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and glanced around at me and back at Giles. I couldn’t believe the teachers had let them get away with it during school hours. Obviously, Mr May, had done nothing to ensure Giles’ safety, just as he hadn’t at the school gates on the day of the kidnapping. I hated him.
    Every day they inflicted a new torture upon Giles to endure and a new reason to avoid him. The gang subjected him to the old-fashioned head in the toilet, stealing his clothes, general beatings, taking his money, and wrecking his books. During that week, I heard of even worse events that I hoped were not true but just teenaged kids over-exaggerating. Those who hung around him were caught up in the events and either got the same treatment, or made to take part. In the end, no one would even sit with him in class or eat lunch with him at dinner times. Giles never walked home anymore. I heard even at home cyber bulling continued on the day’s events, with text messages and social network sites. I heard through the other kids at school that his older sister had been attacked, by the O’Keefe sisters, while on a night out. The O’Keefes hounded Giles’ family day and night, with physical attacks, prank phone calls, and the windows of the house and car smashed.
    I dipped out of maths on the Friday of the first week back, to go to the toilet, and the sound of sobbing in the corner of the cloakroom stopped me in my tracks. On the floor, I spotted a green rucksack. I scouted around carefully before approaching.
    “Giles is that you? Are you okay?”
    He shifted out from behind the coats and lifted his head up. The tears continued rolling down his freshly bruised face, eyes stinging red and nose dripping wet from the tears. He sucked back the tears and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his blazer. Giles took a moment to focus and then his expression altered rapidly. His eyes narrowed and forehead frowned glowing red with rage. He jumped out of his seat, charged and shoulder barged me straight in the chest forcing the wind from my lungs as I hit the hard concrete floor. He punched me in the back as I rolled over, and I quickly twisted around and looked up at him.
    “This is your fault, why did you abandon me that day? Why did you wind up my mum so much? Why did you stop being my friend?” he shouted, with fist raging and the tears sprinkling off his face.
    He stopped and stared at me waiting for an answer but I had no reasonable answer and just stared, mouth wide open, hoping words would tumble out on their own accord. He slumped and started stumbling away down the corridor, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his blazer, and the snuffling noise carried down the hall after he vanished around the corner. Our friendship was finished. How could I ever apologise and make things right, I had abandon him.
    The memory lingered with me for the rest of the day, pricking my conscience with guilt and embarrassment at deserting my best friend. The sight of him attacking me in floods of tears flashed across my mind every few minutes. If only I had refused to walk away that day at the gates. I would have probably got a beating and lost my games, but that would have been better than losing my best friend. I also felt angry at all those other people who watched on and did nothing to help. The teachers and parents who turned a blind eye outside the front of the school, all too busy or too scared to get involved. If just one of them had come across others may have helped them, but no one cared if a couple of young boys got beaten up, it was an everyday occurrence far as they were concerned. All part of growing up! They could have done something to help, but they didn’t and they have no idea how much damage their inaction has caused. Instead they left a couple of scared and bullied kids to fend for themselves.
    I had nearly dulled the memory and the anger, home alone again at night, with a few films and curry ready meal. It approached 11pm, and I cleared away the empty plate,