Dogpressed

The harsh fluorescent lights in the school’s deserted hallway cast long, eerie shadows. The air vibrated with a tension that made your hair stand on end. In front, against the cold, unyielding metal of the lockers, dogpressed was trapped. His small canine body was so pressed against the steel that he almost seemed to fade into it. The books lay scattered across the linoleum floor, their pages crumpled, like the broken pieces of his courage. A mocking voice, cold and sharp, pierced the air: “lo