A/N: I'm sure you've realised im from the Caribbean due to the Youth Rally reference. But if you didn't, I am. There will be a little dialect here. Should be easily understood.
I was already messing up.
"Fat boy," one whispered angrily, "Keep up with us nuh idiot!"
Another one reached forward to smack me in the back of my head. And looking back at him to apologize, yet speeding up, I ended up stepping on the shoes of the boy in front of me. He fell face first, but not without pulling down the girl in front of him as he went. Needless to say, I ruined our drills. Our school, which had one the past three years, did not even get an honourable mention. And I accepted the spit and the shouting and beating from my classmates and teachers.
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Suicide Box
RomanceThis is the story of a box and its contents, and the love that saved a life.
