Bad Things Happen

Part 9: Fight, Freeze, Flight

I am very sorry for the last chapter - I hope all of you can forgive the terrible thing I have done with that little trick...I never meant to hurt any of you :c

But, if that can be forgiven, here is the next part so hope you like this :)

From one student to another, something should be made clear.

It is not easy to manage time.

It is not easy to balance everything out so something is not too much nor too little.

It is not easy to have a proper sleep schedule...or any schedule at that – routines are a hassle, really, so most people just...Go with the flow of the day and do the same things every single day, which, at times, could feel quite much like a loop.

And right now, as Big Ben swept the class floor, nearly done, the time passed without any means of waiting.

Wiping his forehead at the hard work he had done, he put the broom back to its place, took his bag, and looked at the great state of the classroom, grinning at how well of a job he did. "Alright!"

Whistling in happiness at the good work he did, he stepped out of the classroom, and, pausing, looked around, a sudden feeling of dread washing over. Where's Gogo?

...Hm, maybe he went back with Teddy – not waiting for a bro – so not cool of them!

Relaxing, he continued on walking down the hall, and fairly quickly got out of the school, thinking about how he'd whine at the two friends for not waiting for him.

His attention was taken over by his surroundings when he heard yelling, and what he saw left him to freeze, heart pounding.

Expression turning into that of horror, he stared in shock and disbelief and total spike of heart rate as he held his breath at the sight before him, petrified.

Bunch of students from his school – five of them – and Alex, lying on the ground with blood trickling down the left side of his head – there was blood – was he in a nightmare? This was real, was it? This can't be real – it can't be real –

I have to help him – but why can't I –

I can't move-?

...

Alex had made the first move in hopes of increasing his chance of winning against five opponents.

Leaning heavily against the right crutch, holding the left crutch out as he had used it as his weapon, he found himself in an unescapable situation. Had his right ankle not been in this state, he could've just run and hid – he wasn't supposed to run or anything too much like that since he had to keep his heart rate in check, as his lungs and heart were supposed to still be in a fragile condition.

But that wasn't gonna stop him from showing these pricks he could fight and would not back down.

A punch swooshing from one of them, Alex dodging with ease – that was how it was supposed to be – or, at least, he could've held the punch in hand. Sadly, he couldn't do either with ease, and since his right hand was occupied with holding himself up, he could've used his left hand, but didn't want to take his chances of going back to square one as he knew his strength wasn't that much right now. So, he instead chose dodging, and, as he predicted, it was quite difficult, the punch grazing his cheek.

After that dodge, he almost lost his balance and fell, but managed to remain standing.

Then he glared, and, doing something quite risky – the guy was close enough, so he thought it should work – he brought his right elbow and elbowed the douchebag on the head, knocking him out. Now, that's some nice trick Rowan uses.