Mind Over Body
There I was, standing before the small mob of boys. One boy parted from the rest of the group and shoved me towards the wall behind me. I stumbled, I had no hope of resisting their force. They jeered at me, grinning wickedly, "Hey, faggot, I think you have something of ours."
Hesitantly, I tried to stand against them. I puffed my chest out and tried to say in the most confident voice I could muster I said, "I don't know what you're talking about. Why would I have anything of yours?" In truth I knew what they really wanted.
"You hear that boys?" The leader boy, Edward chuckled to the rest of his pack. "Turn out your pockets." He ordered.
I gulped and emptied my pockets. I pulled out a few pieces of paper I was doodling on during class, a few spare pencils, and my wallet.
"There it is." He pointed to my wallet. "I believe that you took my wallet." He accused.
"No, I didn't... I just... it's just my lunch money." I muttered.
"Did I hear you say something