Evan never fought back. Never raised his voice. He just stood there, eyes wet, staring at the ground, waiting for it to end.
Sometimes it was cold rice.
Sometimes a bruised banana.
I’d toss it in the trash like it was contaminated.
Then I’d walk straight to the cafeteria and buy whatever I wanted—pizza, fries, burgers—without even checking the price.
I never called it cruelty.
To me, it was entertainment.
The Tuesday Everything Changed
That Tuesday felt different before it even started.
The sky was gray. The air sharp and uncomfortable. The kind of cold that gets under your skin.
When I saw Evan, I noticed his bag immediately.
Smaller.
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