The Substitute's Revenge
Language: en
Third year of being Lucas Liang's canary. He found the middle school photo I treasured. The boy circled with a heart. Looked seventy to eighty percent like him. He exhaled a smoke ring lightly, his tone calm as the wind: "Oh, so you treated me as a substitute." But the hand gripping my shoulder suddenly exerted force— Wishing he could crush me alive.