"Hey kiddo!,where's my lunchbox?". Timi indeed heard this question
but kept walking in the direction of the school's soccer
field,where he usually sat and ate the air out of his lunchbox
after he had given it away to Jake,the school bully. Jake wasn't
actually the school bully but was Timi's bully. He took advantage
of this little kid who had braces and geeky spectacles. He did look
odd at this school. Silver Star Secondary was where all the bullies
seemed to be kept, everyone the was a bully to someone else.
..............................................Timi was an
exception, he only got bullied! He started walking at an increased
speed past the hallway where Jake and some of his crew were
following him.He knew that it was a waste of time to run away but
he kept on going. The boys got closer,astall as they were,Timi's
five footsteps were equivalent to one of theirs. As they
approached, he decided to run for it.
................,............................Today he was starving
. He had woken up late and couldn't get some breakfast at home.
Losing this lunchbox would turn this day into a livingell. Two boys
ran and caught him,one holding tight each arm and they waited fo
Jake,their boss, to arrive, who was walking as slowly as he could.
.............................................Timi tried to escape
but the boys were twice as strong as him and were two grades above
him. There was no viciblechance of survival! "I asked youwhere my
lunchbox is Timi,whydidn't you answer,feeling stronger than
me?",Jake asked as he held Timi by his shirt, unironing it
indirectly. Timi was frozen,he was traumatised for a moment,he
uttered no squeak,word nor sound but kept on hopelessly trying to
escape Jake's gang. Noticing that Timi wasn't responding, Jake
threw an iron fist right through Timi's tummy. Poor Timi released
all kinds of pain-revealing sounds,cried for help but it wasno use,
everyone passed him as if he was a nobody,someone who didnt even
need any soqt of help. Before Timi was done screaming, Jake lifted
his arm in order to hit Timi on his cheeks in a way that he'd never
forget this day. "In the bag!", Timi shouted in pain as he pointed
atthe black batman bag that his mom had bought for him that week.
Ofcourse the lunchbox wasn't Jake's, Timi had no otherchoice. His
lunchbox was gone,the boys went away laughing,holding three slices
of bread that was buttered perfectly by Timi. Hunger punished him
for the whole daythat day, it got worse by the second. This pain
put this thought into Timi's mind: why not tell Jake's parents?.
Timi thought this was the best decision he could make at this
moment. So it was decided that the day after is the day that he
would tell Jake's parents, afterall it would be Saturday. 'This
better work', he thought to himself.
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