Occasionally he would pass by another living being—a relief—and the constant appearance of teenagers close to his age made him wonder if his parents had transferred him to a boarding school without his knowing. Such thoughts, of course, were dashed at the intrusion of a voice in his head, raspy and angry and clearly not his own.
A few people within the vicinity quickly turned toward Wilson’s direction as he screamed and backed up against the wall, inadvertently banging his head in the process.
“Ow ow ow ow uuUUUHHH—“ Embarrassed and flushing bright red, Wilson held onto the throbbing portion of his skull as he zoomed down the hallway.
Wilson was a good son. What did he do to deserve this?
Cue more silent panicking and internal screaming.
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