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Tara was using too ed to who, but my stomach lurched at the mention of "the Indian kid" That could only be Samuel
"Where are they now?" My eyes scanned the area where the circle around the fighters had for Samuel, Joby, or Mr Bracken, for that , Joby and his friends took off towards the junior high The indian kid picked up his backpack and headed this ith everybody that was running towards the bus I don’t knohere he went…" She looked around, juht to see over the swarm of kids "I don’t know if Mr Bracken was actually even coht"
"So you never saw Mr Bracken?" I hoped Samuel wouldn’t end up expelled Word usually ht would fill the halls toht, the principalexpulsion less likely
The bus had quickly inhaled her anxious passengers, and Tara and I cli all the way
"There was so much blood! The indian kid -"
"Samuel! His naestured i what his nahest stair and was able to see down the aisle, lued out the , probably watching to see if he’d er listening I wondered how he’d gotten past the bus driver without detection I teetered down the aisle and swung in next to Sa to the floor
"Are you okay?" I asked breathlessly Samuel had pulled his arm out of the sleeve of his t-shirt, and buttoned his coat over his t-shirt I could see blood on his pants, and as I tried to get a good look at his face, I realized his lip ollen and split as well
"I’ his face averted
"If you don’t stop the bleeding you’re going to give yourself away," I insisted
Sahed in exasperation and, with one hand, unbuttoned his jean jacket He’d wrapped his hand in the bottoht blue cotton was coosh!" I sounded like Tara, but I couldn’t help it He ht back!" I headed back up the aisle The bus was now in nored hiht on the swaying bus
"Mr Walker, the kid sitting next to me has a bloody nose Do you have a first aid kit or so?" Mr Walker looked at ," I said nonchalantly, and felt ridiculously obvious I was a pretty pathetic liar Acting was definitely not into where a small tin box with a red cross e front s
I unstrapped the box and made my way back to Sa the bloody state of his t-shirt from the nosy kids around hi out to Mr Walker, and Sa the little first aid kit open and rifling through the contents There were several good sized band aids and antibacterial wipes, as well as soical tape I pulledforward until I was barely sitting on the seat I turned sideways and effectively blocked Samuel from view I stacked his backpack on top of mine and made a little wall that would be useless if someone in front of us or behind us stood up and looked over the seat But it was the best I could do
"Let ht hand from the bloody t-shirt and held it out to me Fresh blood immediately rose froers I slapped a thick white gauze pad over it, pushing it down into the cut to stop the flow
"Hold that!" I ordered hi some little butterfly sutures that I’d seen Johnny use when he’d split the bridge of his nose during football practice I pulled the tabs off and at auze pad and I swooped in, pulling the side of the gash together with the butterfly band aid I put another one on, and the blood slowed to an ooze at the slit I put the gauze pad over the top and again asked Sahtly as I wrapped soauze around the pad
"Joby Jenkins needed a fist in his face," Samuel replied shortly
"Why?" My eyes flickered up to his
"I got tired of his half-breed jokes" Saht hard line "What is it with soical tape with ood at this, but at least he wouldn’t bleed all over himself
"What do you mean?"
"Some people just can’t keep theirhis ers poking out froauze and tape