Cross the Street

It’s going to be alright, Trebor tells himself. Despite every alarm going off in his heart, he crosses the street and waits for the bus. Unfortunately, he’s not going unnoticed. 

“Hey, you in a gang,” says one of the huge dudes.

“Me?” says Trebor as if there is anybody else around. His mind begins creating the worst possible outcomes to his situation. 

“Whatchu mean, ‘me?’” says huge dude #2. 

Why did I have to get the stupid cake? His regrets weigh on him with every passing second. If he had only left earlier, he would have blended in with a group of his peers. Now, he’s all alone with a bunch of huge dudes making outrageous claims about him that they full well aren’t true.

“I’m not in a gang,” Trebor says.

“Yes you is,” says huge dude #1 as he steps closer to Trebor, and they all laugh.

“No I’m not.”

“Oh, you callin’ me a liar?”

This is the worst possible scenario. He knows that they don’t believe he’s in a gang. They already had it in their minds to mess with him the moment he crossed the road.

If he grabs a hold of me, thinks Trebor, then I’m done for. This is a tough situation.

What should Trebor do? 

(Choose below)