A young boy left his school via the back door, fifteen minutes after everyone else had left, and there was a reason for this.

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A young boy left his school via the back door, fifteen minutes after everyone else had left, and there was a reason for this. At his school Andros was, well he was different, nothing big, he just listened to different music, dressed differently and had, and this was probably the most noticeable thing about him, green hair. He liked the way he dressed, he liked what he listened to, and he liked his hair, too bad nobody else did. “Great,” he muttered under his breath as he noticed a group of kids standing near the back gate, he wondered who was going to beat him up today. As he got closer he noticed the dark blue jackets, the Jocks. There was no point in running, he’d tried that before, and fighting back didn’t work to well either, not against guys these size, and ‘standing up to them’ was just a story adults told you to make you feel better, the best plan Andros had found was to go and take it, running would just exhaust him, not a good thing to be when they caught up.

Andros continued on his path towards the ‘Jocks’, “At least I’ll be home earlier” he said to himself. “Hey Andy,” shouted Spade, the smallest of the Jocks, and more of a lackey, he did what Ace, the ‘head Jock’, told him, “Come over here we want to talk to you.” Andros sighed and slowed down ever so slightly, without even realising he was doing it, the age old ‘Fight or Flight’ impulse. Ace walked out from the back off the group, he had been leaning against the wire fence, “Hiya Andy” he said with a sinister grin on his face, “How’s my old buddy?” and with that he stepped forward and put an arm around Andros back, in a fake friendly gesture. The other Jocks, laughing, came forward and patted Andros on the shoulders and back, slightly too hard. Andros forced a smile, “Umm… I’m fine guys, but I gotta get going.” Ace took a step back and said “OK, Andros we’ll see ya later,” and he sounded sincere. Andros, surprised, nodded and went to step forward but as he did Spade tripped him up and he tumbled forward towards Ace, who, in faked surprise, jumped back.

“Did you guys see that?” Ace exclaimed, “he came right at me, I think we outta teach him a lesson, what do you say Andros.” Andros groaned as the first kick came just above the end of the rib cage, but it wasn’t the last, the rest of the Jocks joined in. Andros began to spit blood, and the Jocks laugh louder. Then they stopped, Andros went to get up, but someone stood on his head, forcing him back into the uninviting concrete. He moaned, he just wished he could do something about it, teach those guys a lesson. He noticed a large rock a few feet away and wished he could just shove it in Ace’s face. It was the only thing he could think of as he was kicked harder and harder in the chest and stomach. Suddenly the rock jumped slightly, only very slightly, but Andros noticed. Bang, the noise reverberated in his skull as a large kick caught him on the side of the head, but just a second later there was another bang, but this time it was the sound of a rock smashing off Ace’s nose. Andros turned around and saw blood dripping from behind Ace’s hand, and down his chin. Spade ran, not sure what was going on, and the rest of the Jocks didn’t wait for too long before they too fled, leaving Andros sprawled on the ground. Andros’ last thought as he blacked out was “What just happened?”

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Andros awoke in what looked like a classroom. As he sat up on the desk he realised he was in the counselling room, and had been lying on top of three desks pushed together, a jumper had been rolled up and pushed under his head. Andros turned around as the door opened and Mr Kenly, the school counsellor, entered, with two steaming mugs in his hands. He was tall, dark haired man and appeared to be in his late twenties, but in reality he was in his late thirties. “Oh, I see you’re awake,” he said with a smile, ...

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