A bad day at school
I don't know why I did it. She and I aren't friends and certainly not at good terms. Still, I did it. I don't know what I was trying to achieve. It just sort of happened. She was standing behind me, not moving, not uttering a word. She was neither crying nor yelling as I guess someone in her situation might. It was like she's frozen, her face a mix of confusion, shock and hurt. "Move", the big burly boy said. "You don't want me to do it for you". His two chums chuckled. Ah, Triston. The school bully. Headmaster's son. He just loves to show you your place. His two chums, Adam and Otis, are always snickering at his jokes. Even when they aren't funny. Mostly they aren't. But being the Headmaster's son's friends- I think they think it's some kind of flex or something- they always follow him around like dogs. "Didn't you hear, dork?" It was Adam. "You don't want us to have to move you." He said a...