I sat under a shady tree at the front of the school and let out an exasperated sigh. Fiona and Cake had ditched school for one of their so called adventures. A boy caught my attention; it was a boy with black messy hair pale skin and a plaid black and red flannel shirt. He was being pushed by some bigger kids, making all his books fall out of his hands and as he bent to pick them up he was treated to several kicks to the chest ribs and the further regions. He crumpled in a heap on the ground and the boys backed off him and turned to walk away. I got up and ran over to the boy's limp body.
"Are you ok?" I almost yelled. People were looking at me and the boy whose body was shaking slightly and tears running all down his pale cheeks, his eyes squeezed tight. 'He needs to go to the nurses office' I thought as I picked the boy up off the ground. 'oh god he's tall!...and cute, oh shut up self!' I had a small argument in my head and noticed that the boy had began to snore as I walked into the nurses office and laid the boy on a chair while I found the nurse and told her about what happened. She walked to where the boy was sleeping, and poked him.
"Marshall! Wake up!" she yelled and the boy bolted upright wincing in pain, and then looked at the nurse sending accusatory glares. 'Yeah he's definitely cute' my mind decided.