Turn Around and Head Back to School

That’s it. Trebor leaves his place in the crowd and sprints back to the school. The crowds in front have dissipated as Trebor races up the stairs. He pulls the front door but it’s locked. He bangs on it but the only answer he receives are the echoes within. He waits a couple of minutes before trying to the side doors, closest to the cafeteria. They too are locked. He bangs but nobody hears. 

A warmth of frustration works its way down from his head into his arms and gut as if somebody poured hot oil over his head. 

What a waste of time, he thinks. Maybe he can claim the prize tomorrow. Irritated, he walks/jogs back to the bus stop feeling like he just wasted about a half-hour of his life. 

Trebor is so fixated on the fact that he wasted so much time that he doesn’t notice the small group of huge dudes hanging out at the bus stop until he crosses the street and is among them.

“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 go back for that stupid prize? His regret weighs on him with every passing second. 

“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?”

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

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