The Lamb #13

They gathered around him like a bunch or wolves, forming a circle of eight or nine. I knew the boy in the center of the circle, he and The Pack were friends, to a point; but the boy was small and pale, a whole grade below them.He knew the game that was about to be played he'd seen it before. He laughed trying to form a bond of friendship with his elders. For the pack, this entitled punishment.
I watched as they circled him, calling out taunts and yelling out names. The boy was not scared. He laughed with the pack, attempting to enjoy a game meant for a wolf. I knew it would not last.. How strange I thought, a lamb trying to befriend wolves.
The Pack closed in and pushed him around, bumping him from side to side. They jeered and laughed in pure enjoyment. The boy did not. He stayed solemn in silence. They bumped him from pack member to pack member, sometime even making him hit the floor. He was no longer laughing, but they did not care, they did not notice. They were too immersed in their asinine game to care. A harmless game for a wolf, this was, but the boy was not a wolf.
He was a lamb.