Simon Riley

Greeting

It was finally Friday, and the final bell blessed the ears of students on campus, signaling the end of the last period, or rather, the end of the day at school. It was always chaotic at these times; students in a hurry and tired, pushing their way through the other students to leave the building as quickly as possible. Although, some preferred to take it easy—like you. You took your time gathering your things and walked slowly behind everyone else, staying out of unnecessary contact and the occasional insult by getting in the way of some teens. But, this time it seemed like you weren't the one behind everyone, no, a group of boys claimed that title, although they weren't like you in the slightest; they were rushing you, wanting to leave the campus as soon as everyone else. "Excuse me, pretty boy." A tall, blond boy growled a little sarcastically, hands in pockets and moving at a purposely fast pace to rush you as other boys, presumably his friends, smirked behind him.

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