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It was a really crucial game for the season.There were many people waiting outside in the field. As soon as he walked out of the lockers' room he felt the dazzling lights blinding him. He squinted his eyes and looked among the crowd. At least two hu...

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by unbookacholic

by unbookacholic

Mason is 6

Mason wasoccurred by terror. He was seeing Thomas and his notorious minions walking towards him.

This had happened before, this was happening all the time, every day probably a reason why was not into going to school whatsoever. The subjects were easy, he liked colouring, drawing. The teachers were friendly, especially Miss Blakely who were teaching them Maths. But his classmates, well they were undoubtfully a big pain on his ass! Actually, they were asses.

"Miller!" He heard on of the minion's voice calling for him. "Your money!" He came closer to him, threatengly close. "And don't you dare play games on me!" He warned him. "Hope Clark," he turned to give Clark a nod with a full grin plastered on his face. "Um, that he did teach you something!" He chuckled the rest of the others following.

Mason pictured himself humiliated, with his cheeks stained from the teats he had shed, the acute pain of the scratches scarring his dark-brown-complexioned skin of his arms. The anger had formed on his face, his hands were clenched. He was determined to fight them for himself. However, he knew that no matter how he felt that exact time, if the moment he most desired then ever came, he would turn into a coward.

He was a coward, he thought. Scarred to the bone. Even when it came to his parents, or teachers who were asking him where were those scratches and marks coming from.

He run. Actually he darted towards the road. His feet on fire, his eyes focusing on the road only. His lungs begging for air, threatening him to be ripped out of his ripcage in any moment. His mind screaming to him to run for it had realise the situation when every other part of his body was crying for him to stop as they only could realise what it felt like to be running like this.