2 septembre 2026

Mrs. Gable grabbed my ear and dragged me across the room while I cried out — she had no idea my dad was watching everything.

I stumbled over my own sneakers, trying to keep up with her furious pace as she dragged me down the hallway.

My eyes burned with tears.

Not just from the pain.

From the humiliation.

The Hallway of Witnesses
We were in the main hallway of Oak Creek Academy.

It was supposed to be empty during third period.

Of course it wasn’t.

Through the tall glass windows of the classrooms, faces appeared one by one.

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