Watcher (KSImon)

Four

My newfound confidence had already begun to shake. I needed to toughen up. Harry, who makes fun of everyone, shouldn't make me afraid. 

After English class, Tobi came up to me. He seemed like one of the kinder boys in the group. 

"I remember in primary school, I was playing with you on the football pitch. You weren't half bad, no matter what that jerk of a friend says."

I was completely blown away. I gave him a nod and a smile, "you aren't bad yourself, Tobi."

In my head, I did a little dance as Tobi left. 

"Minter." Smith called to me. I came up to her, "two years of perfect scores, never missing a day of homework even when sick. Then you skip every assignment and summer work in two days. What is happening?"

I shuffle through my bag, realizing I needed to hand something in, "I did my summer work, Miss Smith."

She took it and inspected it, "why didn't you turn this in yesterday, Simon?" I hung my head. She shook hers, "don't let those boys influence you. They aren't any good and they will never be good for you. You aren't that type of person, Simon. You're extremely intelligent."

My eyes start to flick around, "sure." I walk away to the toilet, where I look at myself in the mirror. 

I have caramel brown hair that dusted my forehead. I stroke it upwards, moving it out of my face. My eyes are a dull blue, but not boring. I had glasses coving them. Promptly, I folded them and placed them in my backpack. 

"I am Simon Edward Minter. I can play football and stay good in school, can't I?" I talk to the mirror.

Harry bursts in, holding a pair of broken glasses that definitely weren't his. 

"What the bloody hell are you doing, football star?" he asked.

A younger boy walks in behind Harry, struggling to walk. I assumed it was his glasses Harry was holding.

"I can't see quite well. Could I have my glasses back?" The boy asked pathetically.

"No. You mess with me, you pay," Harry dangled the glasses over a toilet bowl."

"Give him his glasses," I step forward, stripping away my fears.

Harry stares at me.

"No one deserves this. Give him his glasses."

Harry doesn't move. I glare him down. Slowly, it begins to work, and he puts the pair of broken spectacles in the boy's hand.

"You'll pay later on," Harry shoves past both of us, "you as well, Minter."

Ok slightly longer- sorry if there are any mistakes, probably will be, knowing me.