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He pushes me into the lockers, making me gasp. "A- Awsten, p- please," I gasp, panicking now. He smirks, knowing he has control over me. Fear flashes though my eyes and pulses though my veins. I wish he'd just leave me alone. Awsten, as in the dictator, bully but also Mr popular. But why did he always have to pick on me?

Strand Series 1 HUMSS & STEM

" 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 " - @sentyouflowers this story mentions real people & real brands, therefore all rights of said brands go to the actual owners. All rights reserved; I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

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