“Whatcha doin’, shrimp?” The boy froze with one hand in his backpack as the cruel voice floated down to where he sat. Don’t see me, don’t see me, don’t see me. The pack of older boys made their way down to where the bronze haired boy had hidden himself. The oldest reached out and tore the letter from the bronze haired boy’s grasp before he could react.
“No!” The boy jumped up from where he crouched, desperate to have the letter back. The group of bullies merely laughed though, and one quickly shoved him back to the ground. The boy cried out as his hands scraped across the rough concrete, but he fought the tears that threatened to invade his eyes.
“‘Dear Bella,’” the cruel fourth grader began. “Who’s Bella? Your girlfriend?” The group broke into laughter and immediately began singing “Bella and Edward, sitting in a tree.”
“Shut up!” The boy got to his feet and wiped his bleeding hands on his coat. “She’s my friend. Give it back, James!” He shoved the bigger boy and tried to grab his letter back. The older boy held it out of his reach, taunting him before throwing the green-eyed boy to the ground. His head hit the concrete hard; there was no stopping the tears this time.
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