Sebastian, on the other hand, had been attending this school for a couple of years. He was used to the atmosphere. The teachers. The way things were suppose to be. Even the bullies and the teachers who turned a blind eye to the too emotional child who rarely spoke. The few times he had answered questions in class it was simply to avoid punishment.
Yeah. He knew the rules well.
Most of the time he could avoid the bullies by finding an out of the way place to hide during recess. Stick his nose in a book and wait. Sometimes they found him before he could escape quietly.
Today was one of those days. The book was snatched out of his fingers and a hard shove left a sharp sting on both knees and the palm of his right hand where he hit the cement.
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Date: 2013-08-06 05:36 am (UTC)Yeah. He knew the rules well.
Most of the time he could avoid the bullies by finding an out of the way place to hide during recess. Stick his nose in a book and wait. Sometimes they found him before he could escape quietly.
Today was one of those days. The book was snatched out of his fingers and a hard shove left a sharp sting on both knees and the palm of his right hand where he hit the cement.
"What are you reading today baby?"
"You do know girls wear dresses?"
"Is she crying yet?"