Im Just A Kid

Through all the hustle of class 4a ,at the end of the hall ,near the maintenance closet , sat a single boy. He sat alone in peace ,no crowding friends ,jeering him as he played the newest game on the DS. No girls fussing over handsome popstars. The kid just sat plainly while reading Charlie and the chocolate factory. A hood covered his unkept golden locks ,he occasionally dragged his attention to the brightly speaking Hunter ,whom was ,by playground status ,popular.

But peace was disturbed when a single growl emitted from the corridor ,and that's when Thomas ,set down his book.