Liam picked up his phone, and his face turned pale as he saw the flood of notifications. Hundreds of messages and missed calls from William, his school teacher, filled the screen. He scrolled through the messages, his eyes widening as he read the unfiltered, angry texts.
[William: "Where the hell are you, Liam? You're fucking late for the evaluation!"
William: "Pick up your goddamn phone, kid! This isn't a fucking joke!"
William: "If you're not here in the next five minutes, I swear to god I'll fucking kill you!"
William: "Liam, this is serious as shit. Answer your fucking phone!"
William: "Are you fucking kidding me? It's been hours! Where the hell are you?"
William: "Liam, if you're fucking around, I will personally drag you here by your fucking ear."
William: "This isn't fucking funny anymore. Are you in trouble? Let me know you're okay, damn it."
William: "Liam, please. Just fucking text me back. I'm fucking worried here."]
