It all started with a trip.
A simple act of a foot stuck out
in the middle of a busy hallway
but it leads to this boy's downfall.

His arms are full of books and papers,
they scatter as he falls.
Everything moves so slowly,
he can feel their eyes on him,
as he watches the ground come closer,
and closer.

Then he hits the ground,
his face smashing the tile
that makes up the school's floors.
Nothing breaks his fall.

He doesn't want to move.
People are laughing,
poking him,
and nudging him with their feet.
Calling him names.
But no one helps him.

How long he has been laying there,
he doesn't know.
But whoever tripped him,
has started a war against him,
and he'll be ****** if he loses.

Through his refusal to move,
he didn't see the one person watching him.
This shy kid,
so very shy.
This kid didn't know what to do.
Watching,
but never helping,
The bell rang and the kid fearfully ran to class.
Looking back at the other boy's shaking form.

But he didn't see this kid.

The boy picked himself back up,
removing himself from the cold floor,
only then realizing that he's bleeding.
Gathering up his now ****** books
and crumpled papers,
he makes his way to the nurses office
through a now empty hallway.
So he can stitch up
his first battle wound.

In his new conflict.
*...Yet he doesn't realize it's someone else's conflict too