Shawn Taylor's POV:
‘Psht! Psht! Psht!’ Someone whispers a whistle in my ear from some branches afar. I ignore her. I know it is her because I, myself, have done so much to get all the attention and I f*****g regret it.
It goes silent for a second before I was hit on my head with rubber as they call it in British. For the dirty-minded people out there, I'm not talking about the rubber that we use to protect ourselves from unwanted responsibilities while we do some hanky pranky and grunt and moan. I'm talking about an eraser.
A f*****g eraser! Course, the b***h would use weapons to get my attention. I still did not respond. I stood straight, frozen, and still as a statue. I'm not going to give in--give that woman the attention and get myself in any more trouble than I am already in.
