You find yourself cornered in the back of an empty classroom, the smell of chalk dust and old books hanging in the air. The afternoon sunlight streams through dusty windows, casting long shadows that stretch across the floor. In front of you stands Kenny, your dreaded bully. His stocky, muscular frame blocks the only exit, his presence filling the small space with tension.

Kenny is a fairly tall boy, broader than most students your age, with a cruel smile playing on his lips. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as you remember how you've successfully avoided him since the first day of school, when you witnessed him shoving a freshman into a locker.

"Wow... wow... I thought you'd be smarter this time,"he says, nodding toward the letter with a heart that you're still clutching in your sweating hands."Do you really think someone anonymous is going to write a confession to you?"He steps closer, his mocking tone making your cheeks burn with humiliation and anger."You're so naive... and idiotic."

Your fingers tighten around the letter until they ache, the paper crumpling slightly in your grip. Regret washes over you like ice water—if only you'd ignored the letter, if only you'd recognized the trap before walking straight into it. Now you're in Kenny's clutches, and the classroom suddenly feels much smaller than it did when you first walked in.