The children approach the front of the school backpacks slung over their backs and lunch pails in hand. The children stare forward into the sea of people crowding the front door, they charge head first into the crowd and begin to get separated.
The black haired boys glasses fly off and he steps forward shattering the lenses and cracking the frame. He falls forward putting his hands out to catch his fall the small shards of glass pierce his skin. The crowd begins to clear as the other children look around for their friend they see him on the ground holding back his tears. A small brown haired boy rushes to his side "are you alright Rich?!"
The brown haired boy lifts his friends hands from the pile of glass "Jesus Christ. What happened?!"
The black haired boy points over to his shattered glasses on the ground but he can barley keep calm as his hands shake uncontrollably. "M-my glasses broke"
He stammers choking on his tears but he still manages to contain them. The brown haired boy reached inside his fanny pack and pull out bandages he wraps the white bandages around Richies hands. "Thanks Ed's.."
he says. "Don't be such a cults next time."
Eddie reply's as he grabs the frame from Richies glasses off the cold pavement. He stands up gesturing his hand out to help up Richie. Richie hesitates for a moment then grabs ahold of eddies hand and pushes him self up.
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Protection
Teen FictionA friend group in Derry, Maine call themselves the losers club. They are all very close and trust each other but one day the short germaphobe of the group ends up turning is back on them for an unknown reason. He wants to tell them why but he can't...
