He stood there with his body laid back, resting on the short fenced placement. In his hand is a short brown paper wrapped with weed inside.
His eyes turned toward me at the words spoken by the bully. One glance was all it took me to realize that he was the leader of the bully gang.
The one with the highest authority gotten either by showing his superior masculinity or through superior financial stability.
Merely looking at him is enough to tell me that the latter is the case with him. But then again, I shouldn't be so quick to judge since his body looks ripped and trained.
Also, he is not just any person. He was also the head of those bullies I saw that day when I visited the restroom on the first day of resumption.
On his left and right are two other familiar faces. They were those that were with him on the day I am referring to. Three of them actually, plus him making it four familiar bully faces.
"Bring him closer". He ordered, relaxedly.
