"1429"
The younger boy mumbled when they stopped in front of the classroom.
His heart began to race. Not again, he thought, not today. Not while Phil, his neighbor and classmate who was known for his rudeness and unfounded fights, stood right next to him.
The anxiety grew in Dans chest. Both options would've had serious effects, but his mind just chose one.
"I'll be back in a few minutes" He shakily said and turned around. Phil grabbed his arm, but Dan flinched.
"Where are you going?"
"Forgot something at home"
"It won't be that necessary, c'mon we're already late" the older boy sighed.
"Yeah, go inside, I'll be back later"
Phil shook his head in confusion and opened the door.
"Weirdo."
The younger boys sight blurred, when the grey door closed. Wet, heavy tears dropped on his cheeks.
He hated that word.
Weirdo.
He hated it because it was so accurate.
He wiped over his face with his sleeves and slowly turned around.
"1"
"2"
He was a weirdo. He was awkward and he'll always be.
"3"
"4"
"5"
And while Phil decided to just leave that odd kid behind him, Dan walked back the whole way because he miscounted.
