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Flashback

Third pov

He adjusted his glasses as he walked into his physics class. Like away ways, he was the first to come to class so he can avoid being bullied; he took the front seat where he’ll be under the teacher’s eyes and settled in it, waiting and praying that the physics teacher just like always would arrive before his bullies.

A few students entered, and Mr Jefferson was nowhere to be found. He adjusted and shifted in his seat like it was burning him. Contemplating whether to go to the restroom and wait there for a few minutes until Mr Jefferson would probably have entered. That’s...