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houghts. Gazing at the ceiling, he couldn't escape the haunting memories of his parents, their absence like a relentl

physically holding him down. Preparing for school felt like going through the motions of a never-en

a wistful sigh. Like the morning sun, she radiated beauty that warmed his heart even fr

s uniform. The journey to school was a solitary one, his gaze drawn to the groups of friends walking together, sharin

p inquiry and sly tricks were all part of the usual routine. Settling into his seat, he muttered,

sst," a venomous voice hissed. Jason, the tormentor, beckoned. With a heavy sigh, Damien approached, met with a swift blow that sent his lu

st him, heading into Jason's arms with a kiss and jason squeezing her boobs like his life depended on it as bella lets out a light moan with damien making t

seemed to bleed without end. "Perfect punching bag," Jason sneered, and though Damien longed to

physical blow. As Jason's fists rained down, Damien's heart shattered, his tears mixing with

hered his bag, stumbling out of the school. Mrs. Benson's disgusted gaze followed him, and his

Only the shouts of passersby snapped his attention back, but the screeching tires came

d powerful, resound

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