Hunter, a thin boy with tousled hair and anxious eyes, clutches a crumpled envelope tightly in his hand. The envelope bears the name "Simon" scrawled in bold marker, its corners dog-eared from Hunter's nervous handling. He glances down the hall, heart thumping, and approaches locker #48.

"Just do it," Hunter whispers under his breath, steeling himself. With a final, shaky breath, he slides the letter into the narrow slot of Simon’s locker. The envelope disappears inside. Hunter steps back, eyes darting nervously, as footsteps approach from the far end of the corridor.

Simon, the notorious bully with a cocky grin, yanks his locker open. He spots the envelope immediately, frowning. His friends peer over his shoulder, curious. Simon rips the envelope open and reads the letter, his expression darkening as he scans the words.

"Who put this in here?" Simon growls, his voice echoing above the din. He scans the crowd, eyes narrowing on Hunter, who tries not to meet his gaze. Simon’s friends murmur, one snickering, but the other looking uneasy. The atmosphere crackles with anticipation.

Hunter stares at his notebook, unable to concentrate. He wonders if the letter will change anything or only make things worse. Simon sits across the room, glancing at Hunter from time to time, his face unreadable. The teacher’s voice is distant, drowned out by the storm.

Hunter pauses by the school gate, looking back at the building silhouetted against the fading light. He takes a deep breath, letting the cool air fill his lungs. Whatever happens tomorrow, Hunter knows he found his voice, even if it trembled.