I reluctantly complied with their orders and spoke with them.
“What is it?” I half-growled at them.
The hall monitor showed me pictures of those letterman jacket thugs that were beating me senseless.
“Which one of them did this to you?”
“All of them.” I quickly answered. “Now are you finally going to punish them for provoking me?”
The hall monitor just hesitated before speaking.
I just glared at the faculty member without saying anything. They twitched a little bit and I could see a bead of sweat coming down their forehead.
Come on, I’m not even six feet tall and some bodybuilder types would call me a string bean if they saw me.
Is there anything threatening about me?
Please enlighten me.
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