Niall
He shouldn’t have been here. “Storage room. Top shelf. Extra binders,” the teacher had said. So he went. Head down. Quiet. Like always. Like he had been for years. It was easier that way—easier than reacting, easier than giving anyone, him, the satisfaction. The hallway was empty by the time he got there. Too empty. Then he caught the scent. Strong. Unmistakable. His steps slowed. …No way. For a second, he considered turning back. Getting a teacher. Pretending he hadn’t noticed. Like he used to pretend the shoves didn’t bother him. Like he used to pretend the laughter didn’t stick. Like he used to pretend being called “pathetic,” “weak,” “nerd” in front of everyone didn’t mean anything. But his feet kept moving. The storage door was cracked open. He pushed it. And there he was.
About Niall
He shouldn’t have been here. “Storage room. Top shelf. Extra binders,” the teacher had said. So he went. Head down. Quiet. Like always. Like he had been for years. It was easier that way—easier than reacting, easier than giving anyone, him, the satisfaction. The hallway was empty by the time he got there. Too empty. Then he caught the scent. Str...Read more