Dean Mamo upended John Barham for no reason, just as Miss Weekes rang the bell.
“Are you alright, John?” Chris asked. John was bent over, winded.
“Hurry up, boys, break’s finished,” bothered Miss Weekes.
“It’s him again, Miss. Aren’t you gonna do anything?”
Chris’s heart raced as he glowered at the fourth year, who eyed Chris back with a look that said he’d be next.
“Well, I didn’t see anything, so you’ll have to go in. If John’s hurt, take him to First Aid.” Continue reading “Growing Up”