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"πππ’ π€πππ ππ π π‘π’ππ ππ βπππ...πΉππ πΈππΈπ ," I shuddered, lifting my eyes to meet my brother's face. To meet the scowl and the ironic smile displayed on his face. "You will be in here and no one will find you."
I looked around the room, the abandoned vacant room and it was out of use. All I could see were sacks and old-looking bags, shabby tables and broken chairs, I watched him with terror-filled eyes as he picked up one broken leg of a chair. What's he gonna do with it?
My eyes followed his hand as he lifted it and made a stance to hit me with it. I quickly defended myself by shielding my face with my arms. Laughter ensued, how could I forget he's not the only one in here? He was with his friends who are like him in every possible. A group that goes on bullying kids.
