Sonny walked in the halls of his high school dreadfully. Why did he have to be there? Why did he get assigned homework that nobody even grades? Why were the lights so bright today? Sonny wasn’t in the mood for any of it as he clicked the combination into his locker. He gathered his books and held them to his chest as he continued down the hall.
Sonny’s pale face stayed aimed to the ground as he was shoved around the halls by various piers like a pinball. It was like he didn’t even exist. Sonny sighed. Would things ever get better?
Mr. Webs eyed Sonny as he was the first to enter the room. He approached Sonny, who slumped do