Literature
Not Just Another Dream
This time it was different.
I ran from them. Normally I would fight. Fight and win. Or at least walk away without showing any signs of pain, if there were more than two or three of them.
I clutched the fragile cardboard box and ran. I made it to the hallway the teachers could see from their lounge. I ran around the corner, to safety - or so I thought. I huddled up in a window bay, hugging the box. Contrary to my hopes, the boys spotted me.
Not far away, girls were playing with their gifts already - dolls and origami sets