Mikolette

The school bell rang for the millionth time that day and the thousands of students headed to either of the lunch area’s. The cafeteria or the court yard. The thing that was known to everyone about these places was who owned what. And either one you went to showed how you stood in the eyes of each gang. A friend or foe. Axel sat on top of a cafeteria table and chewed happily on his bread roll as he gazed out the long windows at a certain blonde who stood beyond them. He then suddenly doubled over and brought a hand to the back of his head after a cupped hand smacked across his skull. “Jeez, Saix, what the hell?” He snorted as