He acted out every day, sometimes in a worse way than others. It was no surprise to anyone to see a slap, a pummel, or a melodramatic stomp on the stairs.Even the stringent rules of the school left his classmates bare-faced if they gave the boy the silent treatment, not wanting to rile his linear wrath or catch his retaliation to a Cupid’s bow sneer.
Most days he would stare out the windowsill and the instructor would appear not to notice, harboring the days till the crestfallen boy would be out of his class for good.
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I don’t know who I feel more sorry for–the boy or the rest of them. You’ve created something with intrigue here!
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I think both, see both sides
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You wove this so well, it really evokes that sense of the pent upness
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Thanks!
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🙂
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