The gymnasium packed with my peers gawking at me as a short, angry, middle-aged man scolds me. He has an ongoing list of attributes are responsible for my delinquency. After what seems an eternity, my face is on fire and everyone finally gets up and moves out of the gym. I ask one of my former teachers what I did to deserve that "capital punishment" and she had no response. So I went to the classroom that I converted to my bedroom and changed out of my uniform into a t-shirt and panties. A cross between shock and depression overwhelmed me. I lost all control of my muscles and I laid on my small bed.
Suddenly, I wake up with the urgent need to find a bathroom. I turn, open the door and suddenly am in the gymnasium where my humiliation took place. It's at this exact moment I realize my ass is showing because I didn't bother to add any clothing to the t-shirt and panties I fell asleep in. I was already out of my room so I decide to keep walking around. I walk through a door and enter a home attached to the school.
It's dark and dusty and looks like it is in the middle of reconstruction. As I wander through it, I begin to lose track of how to get out. Lost and confused, nothing else matters to me except getting back to my room. I see a young boy crouched down in the dust and debris staring back at me. I'm positive he comes here often and probably steals anything he can find.
A startling ringing noise begins to fill the building and I know I have to get out. I find a door and run though it. I'm outside and inching my way around the corner of the building, then Tim wakes me up.
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