My teacher threw a stack of books on a desk. Everyone jumped but I yelped and jumped and flinched. People noticed. I felt myself freeze up and the memories and the fear kept hitting me. I clawed at my arms under my sweater to keep me from crying out. All I could think of was you for the rest of the day. Any noise was you. Bald men? You. Deep voices? You. Your face was everyone and I was scared. I hate you i hate you i hate you
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