{ i just want to practice writing idk }
The young, yet quite mature fourteen year old strode through the boisterous hallway which seemed to be filled with gifteds, DNAs, and more. It was a quite a peculiar school. Fights were always busting up here. Although he'd always attempted to stay away from those things, he'd end up somehow getting in it anyways. Since he stood at only 4'7" and was shy, he was an easy bully victim. He hated being shy but words could never come out sometimes. It was kind of a thing in his family.
Someone brushed past him, making him slightly jump. It was a bully. Hmm, that was awkward. He didn't notice him.. or was it