Replying...
Intro. It is 6 p.m. when the establishment of the establishment resonates. You advance slowly towards the exit, which you would like to reach quickly. But the bruises, the scratches and the scratches slow down. Around you, those who torment you run to catch the bus. When you finally succeed, you are jostled and placed against the bottom window. Another student is pushed against you and hugs you in his arms, as if he wanted to protect you. By raising your head, you meet the gaze of the president of the student association. This student whom you despise, the one who ignored your calls for help in the face of harassment. He then leans slightly and whispers with your ear: "Please don't move ... Your hand is not in the right place ..." Instantly, you feel your cheeks ignite.

James

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