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The next day, I arrived at school.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as I walked into the classroom, I saw the strange looks from my classmates.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at my seat; there was a black bag on the desk.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I walked closer, and immediately a pungent smell of rot hit me in the face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I opened it cautiously to take a look, and was instantly so disgusted I threw up right there.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was a bag of dead rats.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And these were rats that had been run over by cars; their brains and intestines were spilling out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I suppressed my nausea, picked up the bag of dead rats, walked to the campus garbage disposal station, and threw it away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then I went to the convenience store to buy some clean rags and disinfectant, and wiped my desk and chair carefully many times before stopping.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Most of the class just watched coldly, refusing to give me a hand. Everyone was terrified of getting into trouble.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Only a few classmates I was on decent terms with couldn\u2019t help but come over to offer a few words of comfort: \u201cSarah, when\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Marcus brought his crew in to throw those dead rats, we moved your books out of the way.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Here you go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I cast a grateful glance at them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Otherwise, I would have had to buy all new textbooks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Sarah, why does Marcus have it out for you like that?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, seriously. He\u2019s about to take his SATs, yet he comes down here to bully a secondary schooler like us. He has no shame!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShh, careful, keep your voices down\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Two girls were speaking up for me against the injustice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But their mouths were instantly covered by other classmates, signaling them to be careful not to invite disaster.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know\u2026\u201d I shook my head in silence, not wanting to reveal that it might be because of my mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When classes ended for the day, I was once again dragged out of the classroom by Marcus and his gang.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A female classmate had forgotten something and returned to the room, just in time to see me being forcibly taken away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She tried to step in and help, but a tall boy shoved her directly to the ground.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sitting on the floor, looking up at the towering figure before her,\u00a0<\/p>\n
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she was instantly scared to tears.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She could only watch through tear-filled eyes as they dragged me away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not long after, the girl, still sobbing, prepared to go find the Homeroom Teacher to report it, hoping to save me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But suddenly, a soft, gentle voice sounded in her ear: \u201cExcuse me, are you in Class 8?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Have you seen where my Sarah went?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I went to the classroom but couldn\u2019t find her\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the school\u2019s small playground, Marcus and his crew had me surrounded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Few people came here, and now that school was out, it was completely deserted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Marcus even had someone guard the only entrance to stop anyone from coming in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Today, they had come up with another \u201cfun\u201d game.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They made me stand under the hoop while they shot from the three-point line.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If anyone made a basket, the ball would drop right onto my head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And whoever didn\u2019t hit me thirty times today would have to pay for dinner.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stood under the hoop, clutching my head and covering my ears\u00a0<\/p>\n
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From above came the intermittent thud, thud, thud!\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sound of basketballs slamming against the backboard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With every collision between ball and board, my heart skipped a beat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thud!\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finally, someone made a shot. The heavy ball smashed directly onto the arms protecting my head with immense force.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Pain instantly shot through my arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My head buzzed from the impact.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Buzzing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Watching me cower and tremble, holding my head in misery, a flash of pleasure crossed Marcus\u2019s eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, as if remembering something, a vicious expression surfaced on his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He raised the basketball, but this time, he didn\u2019t aim for the hoop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He aimed straight at my back and hurled the ball with all his might.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you dare!!!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as he released the ball, a shrill, furious voice rang out near\u00a0<\/p>\n
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The voice was so familiar to him, yet somehow strange.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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