Rylan picked up his glasses, turning back around as he quickly put them on. The boy next to him, similar in height to Leon, sported dreadlocks and bore a distinctive scar running across the back of his head. His dark brown skin had a rich complexion, and he donned a sleeveless tunic-like white garment made of an iron-plastic blend that accentuated his muscular arms and poked out above his shoulders.
"Move." He suddenly said, as Rylan quickly made his way further in line. The boy began picking up different meats on his plate, as Rylan looked back and made eye contact with the bullies.
The fat one looked to be infuriated. He moved his thumb up to his neck and ran through it horizontally, gesturing to Rylan that he was done. It seemed that looking so pathetic in front of someone that he was bullying had hurt his ego, and now, Rylan knew that the anger that came from that was going to be thrown at him.
