Quicken(100WordStory)

I guess the hazing was to be expected, but there was no telling it would get this bad.

It started innocuously enough. The railing seemed good-natured at first, but before long the tone of it grew sinister with faintly veiled contempt.

The whispers and giggles that babbled up whenever I went past turned into raucous hollering down the hallways, choruses of whooping laughter rising maddeningly whenever I was tripped over, ringing in my ears as I lay on the floor in humiliation.

Well now I accept defeat, I refuse to play a game I am fixed to lose.

I’m leaving.

via Daily Prompt: Quicken

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