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he walked down the halls.

his heart pounding in utmost fear as he locked eyes with his cerulean shoes.

the books of his most hated subject were hugged tight into his arms. his pink hair covering his delicate face.

in a single motion,
milk was poured on top of his head, drenching him in the cold liquid as the boys laughed at him.

& then the entire school joined in too.

𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora