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is a way too much than bullying, I have no idea what to call it, I can only watch anyway. He stumble on his buttocks and with it crawls, having his back touching the nook of the walls. His eye

cursing, splitting over him, he murmur more curses as Brahim drops soulless, kicks him several times, smash his

keptical to take each steps, shake his legs off its shivering, rest his hands on both kneels, sigh, tried to compose his emotions, stands, then he walk out of the school, I follow, wondering what now and where he is going. He is gone for sure, k

desperately in need of a home. With his tired feet, he gets to halt, stare long, get jolted and with sharpness look back, surely remembering something, his backpack most certainly. He hurries off toward the place he came, with a total new

e wondering what you're doing with a bag in here, fishy enough?" One of them who continuously emit smokes from his mouth. "Lying will be too bad for someone like you, well no need to talk, you will be safe as you hand the bag over, I assure you." That's from another person from those people. I watch the intimidated Brahim and those people, I am not given the permission to help the situation anyway, I can only wait till I am commanded otherwise. "It is... I own the bag... I left it and come back... to... to pick it" He really do well stammering, do well shivering, do well enough to fear what's next to come, it will be too embarrassing if he wets his pant at this conjuncture. "Too bad for you kid, we saw no one coming in, not you neither, you must have been hiding with the bag right? Something's inside? We just want a look, and you will be free." Another one uttere