Thegun was not as large as the umbrella, which made hiding it fairlyeasy. However, he had to use two twine of rope to keep it close. Onthe bus he sat at the front of the vehicle keeping his head low as heusually did whenever he rode. Even there, the students taunted himand ridiculed his accent.
Heycomputer whiz! One of the other students called from across theaisle. Why are you toting that gigantic umbrella around? Andwhats with the big jacket? Two girls sneered at him. They gaveeach other hi fives before settling back into their seats. Joelremained calm looking out the window as the school building crowdedwith students holding umbrellas in front of it turned into the busloading zone. He waited for everyone else to get out of the busbefore he disembarked. The two girls had already ruined his otherwisecheery mood for the morning. Surprisingly, no one taunted or calledhim names on their way out of the bus. They left silently singlefiled too busy greeting their friends to notice anything unusual.Joel picked up his umbrella feeling parts of the paintball gun rubagainst his ribs. It was no use in complaining the bus driver andanyone else who saw him would notice he had brought a weapon toschool.
Goodbyecomputer whiz! The bus driver announced to him before closing thedoors after him. He nodded waiting for the crowd to disperse to theirrespective classrooms for the morning. He checked his watch; it was7:40 AM, only twenty minutes until first period. He had wished hisfriends were there with him. Sitting underneath a classroom window,Joel began observe the students one by one trying to pinpoint who hadtaunted him and who hadnt. The two girls from the bus earlier hadalready disappeared into the mostly indoor school. Grumbling he kneltthan crouched low on the ground. No one paid attention to him orcared to. For him it was a good thing, no one would harass him. Therewere teachers walking in and out of crowds of students telling Continue reading