CHILDREN OF GODS
“Don’t worry, man. I got your back.”
“Thanks,” Joey whispered.
The bus pulled to a stop and they all filed out. As James and Joey were making their way across the quad to Joey’s first class they heard, “Hey, midget boy! Yo! I’m talkin’ to you!”
They paused midstride.
Joey sighed, looked down, and shuffled his feet back and forth.
“I got this,” whispered James. “Whatcha need, Gabe?” he said loudly.
“This ain’t got nutin’ to do wit’ you, O-lympia,” Gabe spat.