Monday, February 10, 2014
100 Words a Day 543
He didn’t cry as his classmates jeered, nor when Biff slapped his book across the room. He knew it would just make things worse, so he stood and stared silently at the floor. When Joannifer ran laughing over to Biff and pulled him away, to go behind the bleachers no doubt, Barry did nothing. Eventually the crowd dispersed, bored by the spectacle of a stock-still boy. He trudged across the room and retrieved his book, placing it in his backpack. When the cafeteria was empty, he let his face contort with rage. The anger of revenge boiled up within him.