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.

Her grip tightened.

Pain shot through my head.

I cried out just as my foot caught a yellow wet-floor sign left by the janitor.

I crashed to the ground.

Knees first.

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