[ WP ] One last time

Salt pools in my mouth as the tears make their descent down my face, I ’ m gasping for air as my body attempts to sob one last time. I don ’ t let it. I dare myself to look up and there they are, derision plain on their faces as they look down at me. One of them plays with her hair as a smile slowly spreads across her face. 
 
 “ Oh, I think he ’ s done. Are you done? Or should we call your Mommy? ” 
 
 
 I wipe the snot off of my face and stare defiantly back into her blue eyes, but she doesn ’ t flinch, even at ten years old her eyes hold more power than any teacher. I know now that this is my only opportunity. A growl escapes my mouth, surprising even me, and I shoot up from the ground. My hands meet her shoulders with a satisfying thud and she pinwheels her arms, trying to prevent the inevitable. When her butt hits the dirt I start to run, the expanse of the playground stretching out before me as I flee. She might be crying now, but I know that I will never cry again. 

