Susette turned at Harry's voice just as the volleyball was spiked in her direction. It slammed into her shoulder, leaving a bright red patch of skin."
"Ow!" she exclaimed.
"Keep your head in the game, Susette." cried her coach.
Susette answered Harry; "Go away Harry."
"But I gotta talk to you. It's important."
"I'm busy. Talk to me later."
The practice had started again and Susette turned all of her attetion to her own athletic performance. She was, after all, the captain of the team. Her mates were relying on her to get the job done.
Harry cried out; "See you after practice."
Susette ignored him.
Harry looked out through the reinforced glass of the gym door window. The hall was empty.
"Safe." he said to himself, and left the gym. As he made his way toward the commons area, a group of gangster wannabee's invaded the hall from an adjoining hallway.
"Hey look,..." the leader said, "... it's weeping willow." is mob laughed at the verbal barb.
Harry picked up the pace, hoping to put distance between himself and tormentors. But it was no use for they ran to catch up.
"Hey Willow, you gonna weep for us?" taunted one of the boys. Another added; "Yeh, Willow, we want to see you cry like a little girl."
One of the boys pushed him, sending Harry sprawling forward. He sprang instantly to his feet and spun himself around to face them. But there were too many. As Harry squared himself, he found four boys moving to surround him. He thought fast. In a flash, he dove toward the leader, who neatly sidestepped to avoid the attack. But Harry attacking. With the leader out of the way, and an opening made, he tucked and somersaulted back to his feet springing forward like a grasshopper. His move had suprised the mob; and it took a moment for them to pursue. Harry just hoped he had gained enough of a lead to get away.
to be continued...
Seeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North