The afternoon mercifully drifts by with relative calm. Arturo concentrates on his geometry and biology courses, topics he truly enjoys. When the bell rings, he heads to his locker, collects his jacket and backpack, and looks forward to getting into the fresh air, and hopefully a nice quiet walk to the diner before the predicted storm hits. The autumn colors are in full splendor. Angel Rocco will have a stew waiting on the stove. He’s a surprisingly good chef, but then again, he’s an ang—
A commotion in the hallway catches his attention. One of the athletic bullies shoves Harris against his locker as he passes him, causing the young boy to drop his books on the floor.
A flurry of snickers fills Arturo’s ears. Quickly, he moves down the bank of lockers, dropping to his knees to collect Har
