When Roads Collide
I mumbled, not looking up from my textbook.
He sauntered in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He held a small plastic spaceship, one of my favorites, a relic from my younger days. "Oh, just admiring your… treasures." He spun the spaceship around his finger, a taunting smile on his face.
"Give that back, Zane," I said, my voice rising slightly.
He just laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "Or what, little Cole? You gonna cry to Mrs. Cecilia?" He tossed the spaceship up and down, higher and higher, until it finally slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor, breaking into several pieces.
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