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"Hey, Howell, you should go kill yourself!"

I keep my head down as I walk pass the group of bullies in the hall. I've made it through the whole day without too much trouble, but I have a feeling that this will be my demise. 

The group surrounds me and one of the older guys grabs my shirt, pulling most of my weight off the ground. 

"I said go kill yourself!"

He throws a hard punch to my face and then knees me in the gut, causing me to groan and hunch over on the ground. 

Why me? 

I feel someone grab the back of my neck and grip it tightly, making me cry out as they lift me off the ground. 

I receive multiple kicks before I hear someone down the hall yell my name.

Phil. 

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