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I could hear a voice. A loud voice. And it was shouting, angrily. It was distant at first, but getting nearer. I opened my eyes. The world had gone from black to blurry though I could make out the outline of a face.
Sirgiman. Was I arriving in hell, or else back home, at the piano, pounding away at Middle C just for the pleasure of peering once more into the life of my psychopathic teacher?
“Knight!”
That voice calling me out of a dream. How many times?
“Knight, get up you i***t! You’re making the playground look untidy, lad.”
It came back to me. Todd had done this, beaten me to the ground. You could get expelled from most schools for beating another child to the ground. But here at Bullies’ Delight, a child beats you unconscious and you get shouted at.
As I slowly pu
