Then while I limped down the corridor into the hallway before entering the lunch room, I encountered the thugs who wear the cool clothes. Many times I had made an effort to be half as cool as they are, every single time ending in fiasco. Next when I passed the corridor leading to the drama hall, I exchanged angry looks with the three most troublesome boys, their rings shinning in my face, it was as though they’d blinded me.
Further down the path I saw a load of kids playing on the field, I couldn’t bear the screams of joy, and happiness. As I stood in line for my lunch, there came a group of youngsters. Bam! The door smashed inwards. Crash! Came the aftermath of the bam! Just as it was my turn to go in, two ludicrously large and angry boys ran in front of me and pushed me to one side , where I was about to fall for a moment but I grabbed a pole which helped me stay up.
The question I ask my self day in, day out is how did I get here, what is the meaning of life? Whilst waiting for my lunch, I exchanged plates with the server, and she gave me what I’d asked for and then served the next customer .As I paid for my lunch I could hear, and see scavengers outside begging for someone’s lunch, from the moment I saw and heard them, I took my food firmly and wolfed it down, faster than anyone could say ‘gone’. From the moment I set foot into the playground I was amazed by the ethnic diversity of the kids I could see. This reminded me of when I was young.
Whilst taking my first footsteps I could hear the pounding of footsteps from behind, I turned around and saw the same three thugs, running towards me. I looked to the side I could see the eyes of the entire playground focused on us. Since I immediately realized the bad reputations that these three had for bullying and stealing, I turned to run, but it was too late for they were upon me.
I was grabbed around the neck and searched for money and valuables, but all I had war bar of chocolate and small change. While I being man-handled by the gang everybody was chanting ‘Fight, Kill him’. As I looked around the playground there was no help. They pulled me into the toilets and kicked me in my ribs, later I would find out that they were cracked.
After this beating I threw the door open and whang came a meaty red fist………………………………………….
