When I found Mike, I found him bleeding from the nose, and saw two dark shadows running down the hall opposite from me.
Me being me, I decided to run after them.
I sprinted towards the two boys who were laughing with malice and it wasn't long until I had caught up with the sick-minded pair.
"Who do you think you are, doing that to someone, harming someone?" I hollered at the brain dead boys.
"Who do you think you are?" Troy mocked me.
I felt a rage fill my body and I felt my blood boil beneath my face.
James sickly laughed at me, and that was when I lost it.
I hurled myself at James and unexpectedly took Troy down too, as he hung onto James to try to fight back.
I threw punches at their faces, one after the other, Troy's nose bleeding like Niagara Falls and James's eyes wide with fear as he felt the terrible pain of a broken arm.
It was only when I could hear running footsteps down the hall did I stop roughing them up.
I picked myself up off the floor and dusted myself off.
"You got lucky this time, punks," I spat at the pair of boys.
At least Mike would be okay.
He would be okay, right?
