This is my first story.
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I sat there in the corner of my small maths classroom preparing to be bored to death, since I struggled. I was 18, though I didn't look it, with scraggly black hair and a petite body; I was around 5"1 which left other lads in the class towering above me.
I was just pulling out my textbook when suddenly Jack sauntered into the room followed by his "posse". I looked up to see who it was and when I realized I jolted my head down, however he had caught my glance and he made his way over to me in the crowded classroom. Eventually he stood above me like a mountain with his lean frame and massive shoulders. I felt scared because this is the guy who had not given me a break since... I don't know how long.
"Sup fag?" he asked in his belittling tone.
I simply ignored him, but in his frustration of no response he kicked my table sending all my things flying under the nearest unoccupied desk. He laughed at my misfortune with his friends and quickly found their seats on the other side of the classroom. I began to drag myself to the floor and look for my things. Mr Brosnan started lecturing us on the use of quadratic equations in real life situations when he was interrupted by another person opening the door. I however was far to busy looking for my protractor.
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I sat there in the corner of my small maths classroom preparing to be bored to death, since I struggled. I was 18, though I didn't look it, with scraggly black hair and a petite body; I was around 5"1 which left other lads in the class towering above me.
I was just pulling out my textbook when suddenly Jack sauntered into the room followed by his "posse". I looked up to see who it was and when I realized I jolted my head down, however he had caught my glance and he made his way over to me in the crowded classroom. Eventually he stood above me like a mountain with his lean frame and massive shoulders. I felt scared because this is the guy who had not given me a break since... I don't know how long.
"Sup fag?" he asked in his belittling tone.
I simply ignored him, but in his frustration of no response he kicked my table sending all my things flying under the nearest unoccupied desk. He laughed at my misfortune with his friends and quickly found their seats on the other side of the classroom. I began to drag myself to the floor and look for my things. Mr Brosnan started lecturing us on the use of quadratic equations in real life situations when he was interrupted by another person opening the door. I however was far to busy looking for my protractor.