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Just as she finished writing, the bell rang to signal the end of first period. Many students stayed behind to read it all the way through once, twice, and some read it more than three times. As soon as the bell rang, Molly rushed to gather her things and then ran through the doors before anybody could snap out of their surprise at the depth of her poetry. Consequently, she was the first one out of the room. Then she stood by the door staring bemusedly at her schedule, trying to figure out where her next class was. I was the next person out of the room. This was only by habit. I always tried to get out of any class I had with Jeff long before he got out.

Well, I'm this normal looking guy, who no one would think would have a chance in a fight against any of Jeffs' friends. But he knew my secret. The one thing I always try to hide from everybody. The fact that my dad didn't want his son to be a weak victim of bullying, and that he made me earn my black belt before my computer. I've never wanted to be a fighter, I tend to go with the flow as long as it doesn't get me hurt. If going against the flow when it could get me hurt or in trouble, I could always outrun the flow. I am extremely fast, and strong. I don't want anybody to know this, because I don't want to be hid behind. Most people here think I just look strong. But Jeff once caught me in an alley, and both of us were in a bad mood. He asked me why I was here, back then I was just a new kid that had swirmed his way out of all the introductions. My dad always gave me a note, that told the teacher my name, and anything else important, but also told them to skip the intro to the class. This was one of the few schools where the teachers decided to listen to the notes' command to skip the intro to the class. I retorted with some snide coment, and that got him mad. Sadly, we were next to a couple of his friends homes. He got out his cell phone, and called them over to help in a fight against the new kid. They were there in less than a minute. Then he said something back that was smug. He said something about how I shouldn't have said what I said. I breifly looked over my shoulder, and they laughed. The fence was pretty high. But it was chain link, the kind you can pretty easily climb. I'd climbed much higher fences, running from much stronger people, people that I couldn't easily beat in a fight without breaking a sweat. My dad was wise for keeping me in perfect shape. They tensed for an easy fight. What they hadn't expected was for me to try and run. I sprinted toward the fence at full speed, and by the time they started chasing me, I was already a foot or two high up on the ten foot fence. Then the one guy I wouldn't be able to out climb, out run, or be able to worm my way out of his iron grasp, caught my ankle. I learned later that his name is Shane. He caught my ankle, and when I tried to shake him off of me, he yanked me down harder than I expected. I was just barely able to keep my right hand clasped on the top of the fence, that bar at the top of the fence was my only solid grip that kept me from falling down on top of him. The only thing that was keeping me from a fight that would show my emmense strength and agility. I hung on for my much loved safety, and hiding place in the shadows, where I was just another quiet kid that no one noticed. next page