scott sighed, trudging down the hallway. he didn't look back, he didn't want to. god, why did they target him so much? just because he had diabetes? he couldn't control it.
yeah sure, it was a joke, that's what they always said, but he'd had enough of their 'jokes'. he grabbed the door, and shoved it open, slamming it behind him.
when he got inside, all scott wanted (or could) do was cry. his hands held his head, he couldn't stop shaking. "they always make fun of me and expect no consequences?" scott cried, not caring how loud he was. there was nobody inside.
just as he said that, he heard someone walk in. "who are you?" he asked.
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