“Are you ok?”I asked.

’’ I’m fine,” he said a little angery that I asked, but I knew he wasn’t fine, and I knew he wasn’t angery with me.

I couldn’t believe them that definitely wasn’t a accident. How is it that three guys altogether decide to accidently shove a innocent person straight into the edge of a brick wall.

I wanted to cry that second. His beautiful hands were all scraped up and were bleeding along with his arms.

I truely felt so sorry for him. How could people be so mean?

I wanted to go over and talk to him, but I knew him. He didn’t want my sympothy.

Just as I got up to go talk to him anyways my mom pulled up in front. She waved at me wildly to hurry up. She couldn’t have come at a worse time, but she couldn’t understand what he ment to me.

So that was the story of a almost perfect day for me and him.
Even as we drove farther away from him I could still feel his pain and I suffered with him.

I just hope he doesn’t think he’s alone.