Snippet #2264269

By the time lunch rolled around, Saya was tired of hearing the words "the game." No matter where she went it was always the game, the game, the game. I mean I can understand why everyone is making such a big deal about it, but is it really that hard to dodge? Why can't people focus on something else for once? I hope this will die down soon. Saya pulled a peanut butter and jelly sandwich out of her pink lunchbox and took a bite. She was at a table by herself, but she didn't mind. There was enough noise people around her to put her at ease while she began a new sketch for her Flash Animation class.

Suddenly Saya heard a commotion across the cafeteria. She looked to see a kid being bullied and pushed around while a group of older guys laughed and made fun of him. As much as she wished she could ignore it, she couldn't help it. Seeing somebody getting pushed around always pissed her off. Saya quickly shoved all her stuff back in her satchel and made a beeline for the group. After shoving her way through a crowd of people, she got a better view of the situation.The poor guy's lunch had been thrown on the floor and he was soaking wet, an empty water bottle on the ground. Saya was infuriated. She made her way into the middle of the situation and raised her voice, loud and upset. "What do you think you're doing? Leave him alone! Do you think it's cool to mess with other people? News flash, it's not! So BACK THE HECK OFF!" Her heart was beating fast, and an adrenaline rush had kicked in. The kid who was being bullied was just staring at the floor, not saying anything. Saya bent down and tried to hand him a tissue. He wouldn't take it; He wouldn't even look at her. Saya tried a small smile and said, "It's okay. Take it."