Evil Franklin?

The day was over and soon would the school life of Franklin be as he was received a warning from getting expelled permanently. Franklin vigorously stropped across the empty school playground as everyone had already made their way home. All except Fredia.

As Franklin spotted Fredia with the corner of his eye, half of himself

decided to simply ignore him and go home to recover from today, locked in his room. A segment of himself decided to give Fredia a bit of ‘company’ that could make him feel better, after today.

Franklin quickly turned around to approach Fredia, who had already

spotted Franklin a while ago and was trying to avoid him as best he could. Franklin grabbed his bag and pulled him towards his chest. Fredia was given five minutes of torment, being called several names, and receiving several bruises. Franklin couldn’t tell when he had to stop.  

Though Franklin thought he and Fredia were the only ones still in school,

Gerda in the same year as Franklin spotted the rumpus he had started. She called out to Franklin who briefly stopped. “What are you doing Franklin?” She asked. “No of your business,” was mumbled at her. “What?” Gerda rightfully asked. Franklin tried to ignore her and kept his attention on Fredia, who was trying to hold back his tears. “Why you have to be so cruel Franklin?” Franklin stopped again at the vice sounding terminology, “Cruel?” “Yes, I presumed Fredia hadn’t done anything so why you being so cruel to him?” Gerda denounced. Franklin tried to think of an answer to the intimidating questions, “Cause he’s a little queer in it.” Gerda raised an eyebrow, “Fredia isn’t gay, even if he was you should just get over it, he hasn’t done anything wrong to you, your being sadistic.” Franklin looked away in confusion, “Don’t know what that means.” “It means you enjoy delivering others pain, it’s evil.” Gerda answered. Franklin never hit girls, he didn’t think it be right for him, yet getting provoked by Gerda, almost made him do so. Fredia was wincing on the ground hoping to be left allow, his school bag in tatters next to him. Franklin, pick up Fredia’s bag and made his way out of the school’s back gate avoiding the direction Gerda was standing in. Soon he started to run, he heard nobody say a thing.

Before heading home Franklin sat in the park with Fredia’s bag. Thinking about the things Gerda said and her eminence back at school, Franklin didn’t feel right. He had Fredia’s bag though not sure what he had to do with it. He was already put on a warning for getting expelled, maybe it was already too late. Was their still time to make things better. Maybe start by giving Fredia his bag back?