Lunch

It was a warm day, the sun was peeking in and out of the clouds. The birds sang overhead in their nests hidden somewhere up the building. I sat next to the brick wall. I could now barely hear the chitter-chatter of other people talking. I sat there eating my sandwich. It was bland but it was fine. A bee zipped past my face. I jerked out of the way, afraid of them. I know they probably won't harm me but I just didn't want to take the chance of getting stung. A sharp pain emerged from my finger. I guess I cut my finger on the concrete. I reached inside my bag and grabbed a bandaid. A cool breeze brushed past the courtyard. The wind blew through my hair and blew the top of my sandwich off. I stared at it for a second and just let it be. The ants would eat away at it anyway, and I wasn't just gonna pick it up and eat it, so I finished the rest of my sandwich and waited. I saw some butterflies a little bit away, sucking out the nectar from a flower then moving on to the next. I got up and put my backpack on to throw away my lunch.

As I walked I could feel other people's stares appear and fade. Pity practically dripping out from their stares I walked up to the trash can which was basically a city of flies and tossed in my garbage. After walking back I opened my backpack and grabbed a book, its pages nearly falling out, but no matter how many times I had read it. It had never fallen apart. With that, I had started reading. It hadn't been long before.

I heard "Haha, look at this dude, is he reading?"

Then again somewhere else in the crowd, "Hey four eyes you forgot to give us the money!"

I felt the spit fall onto my clothes. I forced my eyes to look up, my suspicions had been confirmed. It was him.

"Sorry I don't have the money Brone." After a couple of seconds,

he replied, "well, what can we do little boy. Haha, how about you shine my shoes? There are plenty of rags everywhere". I stood up I had had enough,

"You know what Brone... No" I stared right into his eyes. His hair fell to the side as he chuckled, his face morphing into an evil grin.

"Hey, tough guy I would let you go, but If you did I wonder what would happen to that little cutie of yours?" I felt the anger rise up from within me but suppressed it. I clenched my teeth.

"Fine" I muttered. I went to grab a rag. Honestly, does no one see this happening? I thought to myself. I mean there were clearly people here. Why not get a teacher?

I returned with a rag, the dirtiest one I could find, and cleaned his shoes. All the while I would feel his grin burn into the back of my head. Once I was done. I got up making sure I had everything. Once that was done I walked away but not before I could look back and tell him, "Well I'm leaving now because I have a life unlike some other people around here." I smirked to myself. I could imagine his face contorted with rage as I walked away. I looked back and could see his lackeys behind him, some were trying to calm him down the others were grinning like greedily looking out from behind. I tried to act cool but then, "BAM" my face flew back, I could taste something in my mouth, metal and lemony. It was blood. My face hurt. I shouldn't have looked back, I thought to myself, but I was able to stand up. I looked up. The dude was brandishing his fists as if they were some treasure. He was grinning wickedly. His smile spanning from one cheek to another.

"That'll teach 'em" I heard one of them say practically giggling. I felt blood streaming down my mouth, I wiped it off, crap I had a bloody nose. Good thing I didn't wear white. His lackeys were cheering in the background as if they were NASA and a rover landed.

"Whatcha gonna do now? little boy" Brone said in a sinister tone, sneering all the while. He and his lackeys started walking towards me. I stumbled back. "Not so tough now are ya?" Brone said, sneering like a 5-year-old. His lackeys started grouping around me laughing uncontrollably. Saying things like,

"you shouldn'ta messed with us!" or "Haha ya got what you deserved!" Brone crouched down and he stared at me, looking up close to him I could see his face. His yellow hair flowed down his face it was long on one side and short on the other. His eyes were cold and calculating. He leaned into me and whispered,

"don't you try that again or I'll end you." As He stood up one of his lackeys screamed, "shit guys there's a teacher coming." With that, they left. Almost as if they were never there. Of course, The teacher rushed over. Once he saw me he asked me who did this to me. I just sat there in silence trying not to answer. He shook his head stood me up and rushed me to the nurse's office