I stood on the curb and waited for my school bus to arrive. My breath fanned out in front of me in translucent clouds. I stuffed my hands in my pockets where I had two hand warmers. A boys body came into view and I was soon able to figure out who it was. He had dark raven colored hair and bright baby eyes. When he got over to me I smiled at him and we started to chat.

"Morning, Sombra. How are you?" He asked.

"Hola, Henry. I'm alright, and how about you?"

"Pretty well, I guess. How was your weekend?" He responded, blowing on his hands in an obviously futile attempt to warm them up.

"It was uneventful. I just read a few books and downloaded some music." I told him.

"You need to get out of the house more Sombra! You should come to the party that my cousin is throwing next Saturday!" He exclaimed.

"I think I'll pass this time." I responded in a flat monotone.

"You never come when people invite you to do anything!" He exclaimed.

I just sighed and tuned out. The world inside of my head was much nicer than reality. I had plenty of friends and noone hurt me. I absentmindedly rubbed the bruise on my arm as I thought about my little land of make-believe.

I pulled out my phone and unlocked the screen. A picture of my favorite anime character, Romano, popped up and I smiled and selected the game I had been playing when I woke up earlier that morning. The other kids who rode the same bus as I did slowly arrived and the corner grew louder as each new addition arrived.

"Hey, Sombra! How long has it been since your dad died?" Yelled a jeering voice.

I stayed silent and just put on my headphones. Turning up my music, I tried to drown out the voices around me. It didn't work. Their voices grew louder and I put my phone back in pocket and dripped my hands to my sides.

The pounding of my heart intermingled with the music flowing through the wires of my headphones. My eyes were closed, but I could see. I could see a world of blood and bones. This world dissipated as I felt a fist collide with the side of my head. I opened my eyes and saw four people standing close around pounding of my heart intermingled with the music flowing through the wires of my headphones. My eyes were closed, but I could see. I could see a world of blood and bones. This world dissipated as I felt a fist collide with the side of my head. I opened my eyes and saw four people standing close around me.
Their stances were of a fighting style and their mouths were set in dark scowls. I just stood there with a bored expression. The other kids were crowding around to watch. Cheers and taunts filled my ears as I took off my headphones. Then, a large boy with a crew cut advanced and struck my stomach with his elbow. This was all that the other three needed. They began to punch and kick me. I winced as one of them kicked my ribs and spat out blood as another pushed me to the ground and pinned my arms. I felt hands pin my legs as well, but kept my eyes open. I would not show weakness in front of them. The girl of the group flowered at me from her position above me. Then she gave cruel bark of laughter and kneeled down to where I was.

"Now, why don't you answer my question from earlier?" She growled.

When I stayed silent she slapped my face and growled.

"Answer me!"

Again I said nothing and she snapped. Her fists hit every part of me that she could reach. I was unable to keep a solitary tear from falling down the side of my face. She noticed this and sneered.

"Aww, does it hurt?" She asked in a fake sympathetic voice.

"No." I spat out along with some more blood.

"She speaks!" She yelled, and the crowd of people laughed and she turned back to me.

"Now, since you're not mute answer my question." She told me moments later.

"Which one?" I snapped back.

"The one that started this."

"Never." I responded, my eyes alight with a hate fueled fire.

She was about to say something back when one of the people in the crowd called out that the bus was here. She glared at me and waved at the two who were holding me down and they let go. I stood up and collected the blood that had collected in my mouth and spit it out before grabbing my bag and walking over to the bus. When I got on the bus all of the front seats were full and I had to go to the back. I sighed and squared my shoulders and felt my right shoulder twinge painfully. People stuck out their feet to trip me as I walked to the back of ny bus. I a voided them and sat down in an empty seat. After putting mg bookag next to me I reached up to my shoulder and prodded it slightly. As I had suspected it was dislocated. I set my jaw and slammed my shoulder into the window next to me. A sharp pain went through my arm, but when I tried to move my arm I was able to. Sitting back I closed my eyes and looked out the window at the scenery as it flew by. Just another day, same as the others.