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My heartbeat quickened as Adams brutal little fists swung at him, he fought back but his resilience was pointless as he was surrounded. I cowered behind the school fence, as they swung at him from all angles each time hitting harder and harder. Their fists fuelled by anger, struck at him without hesitation, they showed him no mercy. “Please, sto…..n.. mor.” The roaring wind impaired my hearing. His sharp eyes met mine and he gave me a look of desperation, like the look of a deer just before its consumed by a pack of wolves. It was getting harder to see as the blizzard had gotten stronger and dark clouds filled the sky. My chest tightened as I heard a loud noise, like the sound of smashing ice, I got a really terrible feeling in my gut. I rushed towards the scene, and witnessed his skull smashed, thick blood gushed out from his head staining the pure white snow. Adam started into my eyes, his stare was so fierce that my hands began to tremble. Brock came over and put his hands on my shoulder “Don’t worry he won’t rat on us, he can be trusted”. Adam looked at the mess he made and then...

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