It was a Friday afternoon. I guess I was simply loitering around school because I didn’t really wish to go home yet. That’s when I heard commotion coming from the back on the cafeteria. Some boys just seemed to finish beating you up. You seemed to be at least in the grade below me. I heard your choked sobs, your quiet weeps of agony even my heart ached for you. I walk over to your crumpled state. My school shoes making light tapping of the wet hard ground. I kneel down to your level giving you a generous view of me as a whole

“Those boys. Are they bullying you?”

my voice is calming and soothing yet there’s a level pressure