showing not telling...

while walking to school, head down, listening to  music I try not to think about how my day is going to go   its the same everyday. I have a routine, once i get past the old lady's purple house I take my headphones out and hide my i pod preparing myself for the moment I step onto school grounds. I quickly try to stuff my lunch into my jacket and clutch it tightly. Karl is standing by the flag pole as always, waiting for me with that grin that is burned into my eyes when I close them. As I get onto the schools sidewalk I count the steps as I get to Karl, there is exactly 12 everytime. At the last second I look up and feel a burst of pain in my chest, he punched me I feel the air shove out of my lungs as I am gasping for air. I instantly let go of my lunch knowing that thats what he's going for. once I finally get my breath back he pushes me back into the flag pole and yells "hope your mom packed me a good lunch today!" I instantly think to myself thank god he didn't go through my back pack. I grab out my i pod again and begin to plug into my own world, nobody wants to be friends with the kid who gets bullied everyday.