I opened my door in the morning, my wraps adjusted so they looked like it was for punching. I probably needed some punching wraps so my knuckles don't get further damaged like the night before. They were still slightly red in the process of healing, but I ignored it, casually walking down the hall. People weren't awake yet probably still tired from the partying. Maybe some were a bit tipsy and had a hangover, but I didn't care at the moment. I had to get to the cafeteria before Hope and her gang got up on me again. I had already felt the pain of the bruises on my ribs from when one of her friends nearly killed me, and it wasn't the easiest to deal with. I was dressed like any normal day, but this time I wore a baggy sweater to conceal the healing cuts and the wraps.
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