22 August 2026

Mrs. Gable grabbed my ear and dragged me across the room while I cried out — she had no idea my dad was watching everything.

Tyler.

The boy who had actually thrown the stapler across the room.

He sat comfortably in his seat, leaning back with a smug smile, completely untouched by the chaos he had caused.

Protected.

Untouchable.

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