Mr. Umbrella

The students had given him a new name—“Mr. Umbrella.” At first, he’d winced at the reminder, but now he wore it with pride. It was a title born from chaos but reshaped into respect. Every morning, before the first bell rang, Frank walked the halls with a steadiness no rumor could shake. He belonged here, in the place that had tested him, broken him down, and built him back up again.
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