The boy followed the teacher as he was supposed to, walking with his head hung low, chin tucked against his bony chest. He hadn’t done anything wrong; this was how he always walked, afraid to look anyone in the eye.
As he listened intently to the directions from the teacher on how to use the combination lock on his locker, he shrunk a little more into himself. He could feel their stares on his back, and all around him. His palms grew moist and he couldn’t help shifting his weight from his right leg to the left and back again. It was going to be the same here as it always was at the other schools.
The teacher, attempting to reassure what he thought was just ordinary nerves, offers politely “We’re a friendly bunch here in Crendleton. I’m sure you’ll fit right in with the other children in no time.” The boy knew better than to get his hopes up, he’s heard this line before.
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2 comments:
I like this! More please. Please?
Hi Vic, thanks for checking out the new spot :)
This little bit is actual from the remnant of a dream that I had that somehow had someone getting a new locker at a school. I don't really have anything more but if something developes I'll be sure to post it.
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