Before I could say a single word in my own defense, Walter Stiazky grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the exam room.His fingernails dug into my skin hard enough to leave long red scratches. The pain made me gasp, but even that mattered less than the time being stolen from me."Mr. Stiazky, you already took me to the boys' restroom and searched me from head to toe," I said, my voice rough from trying not to break down. "You even checked my undershirt and socks. You didn't find a phone, notes, earbuds, or anything else. Why are you still doing this?"The words had barely left my mouth when he slapped me across the face."Why am I doing this?" he snapped. "You cheat, and now you're acting like the victim?"He glared at me as if I were something dirty on the floor."Kids like you always have tricks. Big eyes, sad voice, poor little scholarship boy. I'm not falling for it."Then he yanked me toward the staff corridor outside the exam rooms.At the central checkpoint, one of the h
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