(That's 9 girls including you. And if the school ignores that and you guys go to your parents, I'd assume they WILL complain. And let's be clear, if they ignore it, go to your parents. Because the school can try and ignore you but they CAN'T ignore the parents. The parents pose a legitimate threat to them. So yeah if that many of you were to go down there they'd have no real choice but to listen.)
"quietly ....Mn...Kats...."
His voice sounded....so weak-
(Yeah, for example, my friend Eris she was um-y'know-uhhh-like the dirty-but you didn't-wanna do it-by her grandpa last year. And she has-LOADS for trauma. And I don't wanna bring her in this, but I need her. Like-I've helped her, its her time to help me. But I won't force her after what shes been through-Mr. Bullock once told a kid that he'll cut her head into pieces with his axe. The kid got a panic attack. Um-the parents contacted the school, they had a meeting and the school did NOTHING.)
"..."
He sighed, walking back-
(again. One kid. You guys would be many. And that is absolutely awful for her-I really hope she's getting the help she needs-don't force her ok?)
He was curled up in the fetal position asleep, shivering. He looked...sick. Horribly, horribly sick. He was thin, malnourished-like he hadn't been eating nearly enough-he was asleep under a thin blanket.
"Mn....Kats....Kats.....!"
