Head down, eyes averted, making my way down the school hallway as fast as I can.
Paper balls, pens, anything really finding its way to my body and making contact, the sound of sneers and curses and laughter reaching my ears.
Ignoring them, walking out of school down the road.
Stumbling over my own feet, books falling out of my hands as I reach my arms out to stop my fall.
Seeing him there, feeling numbly as he helps me up and looks worriedly in my eyes.
Seeing into those deep blue eyes, hearing him ask if I'm okay, saying his name is Connor.
Finding my savior.
