Literature
Bullied (WIP)
“ALVINNN!!!”
“Coming!” the young Chipmunk called, grabbing his backpack and hurrying down the stairs, nearly tripping halfway down before catching himself.
By the time he reached the door, his father was already getting impatient. “Alvin, I’ve been calling you for five minutes! You’re going to be late for school!”
Maybe he shouldn’t have hurried. “Oops.”
Sighing, Dave ushered his son into the car, where his brothers were already waiting. “Honestly, Alvin, we’ve gone over this.”
“I know,” Alvin shrugged, buckling himself up.
Simon glanced at h