Another blow
Before he could even touch the mess, footsteps echoed. Coach Miller and the drama teacher stepped in, both staring at the chaos. “Again?” Miller barked.
His booming voice carried accusation. Frank’s mouth opened, but no words came. The drama teacher shook her head, glaring at him. “What are you doing, Frank?” she asked coldly. It wasn’t curiosity—it was judgment.
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