It had become a part of my routine, just like brushing my teeth or packing my books. I knew when the final bell rang, it wouldn’t be long before they were waiting. Liam, Trent, and Wes—three variations of the same kind of cruel. They were always near the east gate, where the teachers couldn’t see. I didn’t even bother trying to avoid them anymore. I guess part of me believed that if I acted like it didn’t bother me, maybe they’d get bored. They never did.
