*The following mildly refers to harassment. If this may trigger you, please skip this chapter. I do not want to offend or cause anyone any harm.
He puts his hand upon me,
I whisper to him no.
He puts his head towards the floor,
And reaches for his toe.
He pretends to pick his pencil,
But really touches me.
I try to call my classmates,
But they just look so quietly.
I start to feel real awkward,
And begin to move my legs.
I try to move away,
But he clicks back like a peg.
My teacher doesn't realize,
My peers don't really care.
So, I decide to endure the friction,
Underneath the classroom chairs.
Writers Note:____________________________
Apologies for using Mugen for the image, but it was either him, Mineta or Meliodas and I was not prepared to slander my work with their dirty asses. 🥰
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