''Try not to die over yourself, Emmett!'' A boy shouted down the hallway, laughing uncontrollably right after

Emmett stopped the mockery as he carried on walking down the school corridor. The harrasment had become a daily routine for him, but it still bothered him just as much as it did other days. Thus, he wasn't able to hold back his desire to retaliate.

Emmett slowed down and stopped. He pushed his glasses back up onto the ridge of his nose as they had slipped down from his face. Just from looking at the glasses, it was clear that he needed a new pair-One could tell that they were heavily worn. Th glasses looked nefarious as he wore them, and even the temples had tape covering them.