
πΊππ, π ππππππ ππππππ ππππ πππππ,ππππ, πππ πππππ. π―ππ, π ππππππ, πππππππ ππππ πππ ππππ πππππ. πΊππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ ππ πΆπππππ ππππ, ππ ππππππππ ππππ ππ π ππππππππ ππππππππππ ππ ππππππππ , πππ π ππ π'π ππππππ ππππ, πππππ πππ πππππ, π―π°π΄.I hear a whimper from one of the corners of the lockers. It was small and couldn't really be heard unless you listen closely, it came from the janitors closet. Weird.I ignore it and proceed to walk past it when I heard the whimper again. Then a voice hushing someone. It's really none of my business.I don't care.I shouldn't meddle.Low profile. Low profile. I must keep a low profile.I should keep walking.But my legs betray me and walk towards the door, as I pull it open, I find a boy, or a man? I can't really tell cause he's bent over with his head hidden in between his legs, low whimpers and sniffles escape him with each breath as he begs. And there's a girl, obviously the reason he's a mess, she moves to touch him. And something about that just made me mad. Real mad.I grab her by her hair and pull her out of the room making her scream. This alerts the attention of the other idiots in the hallway and they gather around and begin to cheer.

