scene forty-seven - lungs - year nine

They were so close to freedom—freedom for six glorious weeks of school-free heaven, all just a day away. And this- this had to happen. They were so happy, they almost felt all their troubles and worries rolling off their back, falling into some pit of nothingness. But now, everything was rising up out of that pit, growing wings and chasing after them, gliding and diving in desperate attempts to attack them before they could fully run away into the sunset.

It had all started with Jayden.

“Get back here, faggot-thief!”