Snippet #2365194

Henry saw the jocks pushing that one girl again and was about to leave as he did everyday, but today she dropped her bag. Then people kicked her stuff around. The bag opened up and her stuff spread out on the floor. One pencil rolled across the floor.

For Henry it felt like time slowed to a small silent crawl as the pencil slid towards him. A million ideas popped into his head: bringing her the pencil, running away, walking away, or maybe just stand and she wouldn't notice him. Nobody noticed him anyway unless it was to bug him.

Henry wanted to ignore, to not move, but his ADHD got the better of him, he just couldn't stay in one place for more than a few seconds. He picked up the pencil awkwardly moved toward the girl. He towered above above her feeling uncomfortable. He spread his lips to speak "Y-y-y-yo-yo-you-you" Henry was panting at this point increasingly worried by the second
"Y-ou-re p-p-p-p-p-pen-cil!" his voice had slightly risen, but not to a shout. "HERE!" This time he did shout, but he managed to say the whole word at once.
Henry quickly placed, nearly shoved it, onto her bag. Then Henry ran off.