His mouth contorts into a frown in spite and fear. The laughter dies down and in the tense atmosphere, his frame so recently relaxed, becomes tight. His bright eyes, now swimming in tears, are fixed on the boy towering above him.
He hates him. How he wishes to fight him, punch him, shout at him. Or even talk back to him. But he won't. He learned his lesson. So many times.
He quickly tears his gaze away from the grim giant, looking down at his feet, waiting for the fist to land on his face.
(95 words)
