A boy walked into Hunters speech class with a note “uhm.. dean swanson wants to see… Hunter Sylvester?”

Hunter nodded and licked his lips, knowing this was probably about the other day. He got up and walked with the kid assuming they were going to the office till he got jumped in the hall by some other kids along side the messenger, getting his mouth tapped shut, his long brown hair cut on one side and kicked in the stomach till he was stuck on the floor holding his stomach in pain.