¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Please book, come up and walk to daddy already? How long did he have to stare for? Ten minutes? Eleven? Twel-- "AAAAARGH I DIDN'T DO NOTHIN'--" WHAT WAS THIS SOMEONE WAS PUSHING HELP HELP--
The boy did not walk forward, but rather fell into the section. Crossing the border. Breaking the school rules.
It really was a miracle how he didn't faint. But his fall wasn't the most graceful either. It hurt, y'know? His knees and palms hurt, because he fell FACEDOWN. Right there. Making a scene, only there was NO ONE to help him and he was there all ALONE with his attacker--
He tried not to panic, but it was HARD and he just panicked MORE. He finally rolled around and before he had any time to see whether he was bleeding, he accidentally looked up to meet his attacker's gaze. "Sonea?" His face only paled further. He feared this girl like he feared no one else. And it was HER again who'd deliberately sneaked up on him and pushed him.
Towards the Restricted Section.
To break rules.
He didn't even try to get up. What was the point? He was cursed anyway. Surely there was some alarm to call the librarian, and he was going to get detention no matter what. He wasn't going to spend his energy on this. Trying to hold back his tears of indignation was a better option, so he looked away from the stupid girl and just checked his knees and arms. Although they hurt horribly, they didn't bleed.
Could he cry now anyway?
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