Richard Allen
Garret Williams leaned against a row of lockers in the main hallway, watching out for his new enemy.
Richard Allen walked to his last class alone, unsuspecting of the eyes that followed him.
Grant Williams kept a close eye on his brother throughout the day, but felt chills up his spine as the final period rolled around.
Lauren Williams guided Grace Rhodes, her best friend, to class, nervously thinking about the tension she could feel between the three boys.
Garret Williams stood dauntingly, towering over most other students wondering the halls. He felt himself burn up inside whenever he saw someone he thought was Richard. A bell rang, releasing the students to go home. A perfect opportunity for Garret to spot out his target.
Richard had his last class on the 500 hall, near the back of the school. Garret had skipped last period just to catch Richard there early. Making his way to the hall, Garret roughly bumped shoulders with anyone who stood in his way. He shoved past teachers and straggling students.
The 500 hall was empty except for a dark-haired boy in black jeans and a hoodie. A surge of anger pulsed through Garret as he stormed to the end of the hallway. Richard had no idea that Garret was coming for him.
He was waiting for Grant to come get him to give him a ride home. Even though Richard could see the future, he could only see a major, life altering event. And when he did, it took a few hours to recover, so his ability would sometimes shut down; it was tiring.
Despite that, Richard felt something wasn't right. He heard heavy footsteps and turned around. He saw Grant walking down the hallway. Richard felt a sense of relief until he realized that it wasn't Grant. Garret Williams walked towards Richard, his face twisted angrily.
Richard felt Garret's breath on his face. The tall boy looked down at his former friend. Richard's head came up to Garret's shoulders. The pale boy looked scared cowering under Garret's shadow.
"Hi there, Richard." Garret smiled evilly. Richard flinched at his words. He wouldn't lie, now that Garret wasn't someone he trusted, Richard felt intimidated.
"Saw you sitting with my brother at lunch. Did he force you to or something?" Garret didn't say it like a question, but Richard answered anyway.
"No. I wanted to." He avoided eye contact with Garret.
"Sure. Since when have you liked my brother, anyways?" Garret laughed it off.
"Since I figured out that you were gonna make me the new laughing stock of the school. Does my humiliation ring a bell, Garret?" He lifted his head and stared Garret right in the eyes. They were dark and angry.
"Grant told you something and you're just going to believe him after it all. After he fractured your ribs, injured your wrists, and stole money from you everyday in middle school, you're just gonna believe him." Garret watched Richard wince at his words. "Who was there for you when you cried because Grant took your homework and made you do two copies of algebra problems for three years."
Richard remembered those days. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't forget how he had to explain the bruises and injuries and failed grades to his parents. "You were." Richard said, looking down at the floor.
