((ohh sorry I didn't get that he told her. Sorry ))
Monikya stared, her eyes wide. "So that's what he meant when he said no one liked him..." She tried to process what Tristian had told him. "What? That's crazy!"
((Haha that's OK, we can just say Monikya was distracted when he first told her or something like that...))
"Of course no one likes him they're afraid of him, he was the one blamed for alot of his friends deaths, he had friends when he first caem here, he's also susoected in the disappearance of some family members of his. Nobody's saying he did it on purpose though, he's a loose cannon, unstable, not totally in control." Tristian said.
Monikya felt like everything she knew was erased. "Whah?" She muttered. She didn't understand what to make of the new found information.
Tristian sighed, he kenw his sister was confused now, "Justs tay safe sis." he said, "We have to get too calss." he added taking his sister's arm and walking out of the quickly emptying class room.
Monikya followed to class, feeling like a rag doll. She didn't know what to do. How was she supposed to talk to Sam without thinking about that?
Try sat onkiya down, she seemed to be in shock, he knew he should've been a bit more...tacful in how he presented what he knew to her. He sat down next to her, Sis, try and pay attention to class, get you mind off of it. he told her as he pulled his text books out.
Sam was walking when a group of boys cam up to him, theyw ere in his grade, but a year older, "Hey Sammie." they said. The gathered around him and one pushed him, he stumbled into anothe rperson and the whole group of boys began pushing him around, "Come on Sam, blow us up. Blow us up like you did those other guys, adn like you did your faamily." they said pushing him harder. Sam just hunched his shoulders and satred at the ground, he tried to push out of teh group of boys, but was pushed back so he fell too the path on his back.
Monikya couldn't get her mind off of Sam. He had been so nice to her, and so sweet. How could he be a murderer? That boy who was sweet and caring and funny, was capable to blowing people away?
Sam grunted as one of teh boy's boot shit him in the ribs, he lay perfectly still though. Allowing them to kick and spit at him. He didn't really feel the pain, the only time he made any noise was when the knocked the wind out of him. He lay there staring up at the sky, wishing he could just blow these boys away and not have a concious afterwards. But he knew it'd make him feel terrible, plus he didn't like the side effects. The boys finally left him lying on the path, he wasn't badly hurt, he got up and wiped the spit off of his face then resumed his walk like nothing happened. He pretened he was OK, and it the bullying didn't bug him, deep down in the pit of his stomach though he could feel the knot of anger, pin, and hate grow.
Sam lay on his back, keeping still as the boys kick and spat him. He didn't feel the pain really, he only made noise if they knocked the wind out of him. This had happened so often he couldn't even remember when it started. They kept on taunting him, telling him to blow them away. Half of him wish he could, but his ther half told him no, he'd feel terrible afterwards, and the...side effects weren't good. They finally left him and Sam stood up. He wipe the spit off of his face and continue dto walk. He pretened like he was fine, though he could feel the knot of anger and pain growing in his chest.