Anne and the Hidden world
My chest tightened as the memory of that terrible day clawed its way into my mind—Allyson’s rage, the bullies’ screams, and the way the world had shifted beneath my feet.
The bullies had been relentless, feeding on Allyson’s quiet nature. She was their perfect prey, always the one to turn the other cheek. I remembered finding her that afternoon behind the school, cornered like a frightened animal. They pushed her, hit her, sneered. Fury had blinded me, and I lunged to protect her. But they were too strong. They threw me against the wall, and pain erupted in my head as I crumpled to the ground.
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