the good, the bad and maybe poems? + Quotes

Somebody

There were jeers and laughter in the I'm hallway as the young boy was shoved against the lockers. His head hit the cold metal big a bang, the impact causing his books to topple out of his arms.

"You're so clumsy." One of the boy that stood over him sniggered.

The boy kept his eyes to the ground as his lips curled into a sneer. He hated them. Throughout all of middle school they had always bullied him. But there were five of them; what could he do?

He couldn't fight back; he'd tried and only gotten beaten up worse than before.

He couldn't tell a teacher; he's tried and they had done nothing.

He couldn't tell his parents; he'd tried, but they'd no time to listen.

So he stayed on the floor, a small grunt escaping him as one of his bullied lodged a foot in his gut. He took it because he knew they'd leave eventually.

And they did.

A few minutes later and he was left alone. His breathing and the flicker of the broken light above were the only sounds. He closed his eyes and sighed. It would be okay to stay here a bit longer.

Just until his stomach stopped throbbing.

Just until his breaths became even.

Just until his thought stopped hurting and the tears stopped rolling down his cheeks.

Just until he felt okay.

He flinch when a door slowly creaked. Had the bullies come back? But the soft footsteps that echoed down the hallway were much to gentle for them.

The boy looked away as the person neared him. He didn't want anyone to see him like this.

"Hello."

He ignored the honey-like voice of the girl who had stopped beside him.

"Who are you?"

"I'm nobody," he snapped in response to her careful question. What did she want? He just wanted to be left alone.

She knelt down next to him and placed a hand on his cheek. She deftly moved his head so she could see his face. He skimmed past her golden brown eyes and her smooth hazelnut skin, silently staring at the puffy curls with a brooding expression.

"Really? You look like somebody to me."