Mark walked through the hallway and saw the seen. He continued to look down at the tiled floor, trying to avoid the gaze of the jocks to avoid being called on. too late... "hey guys! look, its our friend, gothboy! kill yourself yet?" Mark smiled alittle, "if i did, i would not be here right now, would I?" The crowd snickered alittle and the head of the groups face grew red with anger, mad that his insult was turned like that. Marks smile faded as he only saw a struggle of hands and he was shoved into a thing of garbage cans. His bag taken and dumped out everywhere as the bullies left. He got up, removing bits of paper and wrappers from his hair. "dammit, just great..." he said with a scowl. He started to gather up his stuff and thought,<span style="font-style: italic">if i pick on someone else...they might not get me, and consider me a friend, or at least stop attacking me</span>He smiled alittle at this fact. He picked up on of his books, he had drawn all in margins of them.