"Who let a fucking negro in here?!" the man barked, his voice echoing through the hallway.
Tommy's breath was cut off, and he struggled to keep his feet on the ground. His eyes widened in panic as he tried to pry the man's grip from his neck. It was all happening so fast!
The hallway fell silent, students who had come out of class to take a breather, do one thing and another, all turning to watch the commotion with wide eyes and hushed whispers.
The man was not a teacher and seemed like a man with anger issues to Tommy, judging by his stern expression and the way he towered over Tommy.
His clothes were crisp, sporty and immaculate, a stark contrast to Tommy's own worn attire. His face was flushed with anger, and his grip was unyielding.
"Sir, please," Tommy managed to croak, his voice barely audible. "I— I'm just a student here."
"Student?" The man sneered, tightening his grip. "Students don't look like you. Who allowed this?"
