We all stood on the dirty dust plain on the black top right outside our old, run down school, all was quiet but the hot wind blowing on the faces of me and my school mates and their friends and Liam with his dusty chloes and his bloody nose. They were all surrounding us, waiting for for a fight, but there was no chanting.It was just him and me. He glared at me with utter disgust, I glared back with the same look he was giving me. My friends watched with anticipation as his did to, the tension was rising everyone waiting for one of us to take the first blow at each other.

Five minutes earlier, we had just come back from our lunch break and come back outside. I saw Liam across the pavement shoving a scrawny freshmen down and beating the tar out of him. Every one else was watching, nobody cared or did anything though, nobody at our cruddy little small town school ever stood up for anybody. I thought about Liam and how we had used to be best friends back  in middle school he had invited me to his big party and the was lots of beer and cigarettes them the cops showed up and we all ran. We left Liam there at his party to face the police and the court. I won’t pretend I’m a good person, because I’m not. Liam got into more and more trouble after the party. It’s a wonder to everyone that he’s not in prison or dead. I was sickening how everyone watched the kid get beaten with interest and not sympathy, humans are just morbid.
Suddenly I felt a wave of courage come over me, and sympathy for the kid. I sprint toward Liam as fast as I could and punched him square in the nose, he collapsed backward onto a pile of dust. The freshman kid just ran away to who knows where. Liam slowly stood up to face me and other people in the surrounding area gathered closer to watch.