The weight of the day clung to Sam like a damp sweater as he trudged up the cracked sidewalk to his house. His backpack, stuffed to the brim with textbooks, felt like it was dragging him into the earth, but it was nothing compared to the sting of David’s meaty palm smacking the back of his head just an hour ago. The memory burned, sharp and humiliating, as he fumbled with his keys and pushed open the front door.
Earlier, on the sun-bleached street corner near school, David—resident Neanderthal and self-appointed king of the senior class—had cornered Sam with his usual brute charm. “Yo, nerd,” David had barked, his voice a low growl as he towered over Sam, “math homework. Done by tomorrow. Don’t make me ask twice.” The smack to Sam’s head punctuated the demand, a casual reminder of who was in charge. Sam had winced, rubbing the spot as he muttered a reluctant, “Fine,” snatching David’s notebook with a glare. Under
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