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Charlie walks back into the room, and looks at his workstation in the opposite corner of the room. His work is missing from the bench, and he looks around the room. A figure near the end of the room is clutching his work, holding it on the tips of his fingers, and holding a ~~ in his other hand. He looks at Charlie. He puts-the work down on the table, and slams the chisel into it with a dull thud. The drill whirrs into life with a piercing shriek. The boy next to the drill places his hand menacingly onto the drill's lever, and begins lowering the drill bit with an intimidatingly slow movement. The drill bit begins to pierce the wood, and sends a spiral of shavings in all directions. Charlie looks at the drill with an emotionless face, as the vandal continues to push down, boring a larger and deeper hole as the drill bit goes down. The boy pulls the lever back up, and pushes the off switch on the drill. He pulls Charlie's work out, and tosses it onto the workbench. The boy looks Charlie in the eyes, and then makes his way towards the exit of the room. RYAN "Pussy ... " As he walks past, Charlie stands still, looking at his work from the far side of the room. He walks quickly over to inspect the damage. He inspects the wood again, and applies some glue to one of the corners. He grabs a piece of '~~d~p~n, and quickly begins sanding down the edges of the wood. He blows the shavings off, and then puts it under the workbench, in a small cupboard. He slings on his dark hoodie, grabs his bag, and moves towards the exit. TECH BUILDING - IBUILDING ENTRANCE Charlie pushes the door in front of him with his entire body weight. He hears shouting from across the courtyard, and looks over towards that area. He sees one of his classmates being harassed by the same year 9 that destroyed his work. He watches. SCHOOL BUILDING CHARLIE'S POV and his friends have found Charlie's friend.tDANIEL"'s bag. As he watches horrified, they are opening his bag, and breaking his equipment in front of him. They crushjfen.s on the floor underfoot, and laugh as Charlie's colleague looks on in horror, looking down in between his feet in amidst pleas to stop.

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