scene eighteen - fault - year nine

They most definitely didn’t like him. There was just something in his features—maybe the outline of his face, or something like that—which didn’t quite agree with their eyes. Then again, it might’ve also been the fact that he was pushing them against the wall which marked the back of the canteen, a knife, flashed early in their conversation, close to their throat. He wouldn’t do anything—not in school. They knew that much. He may’ve been impulsive, but he wasn’t stupid. Unlike some people they could mention, he wasn’t above the rules in school. Outside of school, they would fear for their life, but no—he wasn’t that stupid.