entry twenty-three

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dear diary—

a couple of jack's friends started to beat me up at school today.

corbyn walked by and saw them, and intervened, yanking them away from me.

they scattered, and corbyn gently helped me up, picking up my books and papers that i had dropped everywhere when i was first punched.

"are you okay?" he asked concernedly, before rolling his eyes at himself. "okay, stupid question, sorry."

i couldn't help myself; i smiled a bit, and corbyn smiled back, triumphantly.

"aha! i knew i'd get a smile out of you someday."

i shyly dropped my gaze, reaching out and taking my stuff from his arms.

"thank you for standing up for me," i mumbled, and he lightly ruffled my hair.

"anytime, dani."

and then he walked away, back to jack, who had watched the entire scene with narrowed eyes. he slid his hand into jack's and tugged him down the hall, and jack cast a final glance at me over his shoulder, mouthing, you're dead.

great.

—daniel

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