*The school playground. It is full of frantic activity. Kids are running all over the place, thier yelps of joy filling the air. Kids play with toys of all shapes and sizes, playing games ranging from soccer to tiddlywinks. But amongst this activity stands one kid, alone. Tall, wirey and bespectacled. The camera zooms in on him. He is staring at 3 kids in the corner of the yard - 2 big ones, and a small one. The bigger kids seem to be picking on the smaller, defencless one. The tall kid walks over...*
Hey you! Yea, I'm talking to you, why don't you pick on someone your own size?
You got a problem bub? I suggest you leave us alone!
Not until you release that kid.
Alright, be that way!
*The bigger kids walk over, punching thier hands with their fists. The thin guy raises his hands, and prepares to fight...*
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"Why did he have to interfere?"
I was lying on the bathroom floor, crawled up in a little ball, my nose a bloody mess. I was narrating to myself how I got into this mess.
It started during recess. The bell rang, and I raced through the yard to the canteen. Or atleast, that was what I was trying to do. I barely got halfway when I was stopped by these two thugs. They were much, much taller than me (Although that wasn't uncommon, I was rather short for my age), and much bigger too.
"Hand over your lunch money, punk!"
I ran as hard as I could -speed had always been my strongest attribute- and had always made a clean escape. That was until I realised that I had made a wrong turn and was now staring down a dead end. The two goons caught up, and I was cornered.
"Got yea! Now hand over the lunch money, or else..."
But before they could complete the threat, he came.
"Hey you! Yea, I'm talking to you, why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
Fool! What was he trying to do? Be the hero?
The two thugs went over there, and I ran like hell. I turned around after I was a safe distance away, and saw that tall kid being stuffed into the trash can. Poor guy. He shouldn't have interfered.
I made it through recess. But on my way back to class, I saw the two thugs waiting by my locker. They weren't happy.
"So, where were we? Ah yes, you were about to give us your lunch money. Hand it over."
"I don't have it."
"Well, in that case, I guess you are our lunch now!"
And before I could utter another word, I was picked up, and tossed into my locker. One of the disadvantages of being the smallest kid in my class - practically anyone could lift you up. I was stuck there for the rest of the day, or that's what I led them into believing. When the coast was clear, I kicked the door open and climbed out. For a pair of bullies, they weren't very smart. I made my way to class unharmed.
After class, I rushed over the washroom, intent to hide from the goons until the bell rang. I hid behind the door, breatihing ever so silently and peeking through a slight crack in the wall. The room seemed to be empty, all the stalls unoccupied. Then, as fate would have it, guess who enters?
"YOU! You are the reason I have to go the whole day smelling like garbage! And what do you do after I save your butt? You run away! Without even a thank you!"
"But...but..but..."
He didn't let me explain. He raised his fist, swung, and POW! I didn't duck away quick enough, rookie mistake, and he clubbed me straight on my nose. I was sent flying acrosse the room, where I crashed into the wall. A warm liquid trickled down my uniform.
The bell rang in the background.
Just another school day.
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To Be Continued...
