Literature
Phan: Bully Me [Part 2]
Clutching his stomach still, he gazed out the window, tapping his pencil against his open book, not bothering to pay attention to the lesson as the teacher droned on about something mathematical, complicated equations that they would never use again after leaving school. Instead, he contemplated what had had happened earlier that morning.
Why had he punched him? Did he not like Dan? But why? They had only just met, what could he have done wrong?
Thoughts spiralled in his mind but he could not fathom an answer, his brow furrowing at his incapability to work out the new kid's strange behaviour.
"Dan," he heard his name called and looked up,
