The Girl In The Theatre

Erin peeked out from behind the rotting theatre seat. She had seen the three older boys come in before, and hide behind the old, tattered stage curtain. She had even seen the younger looking boy (who actually looked Erin’s age) come in, jump onto the stage and loose his glasses. Then, the three other boys had come out and started hurting him and calling him names. Erin dared peek out from behind the seat farther than she already was before. The older boys had cornered the younger one and were kicking him, as the younger boy whimpered his head off. One of the older ones laughed.
“Ha! Wittle Wukie is scared, isn’t ‘e?” Said the oldest and toughest looking boy, as he kicked the younger one. His goons around him laughed at this and slapped him on his gigantic shoulders. Erin studied the younger boy. He had dark brown hair, glasses and was very lanky and lean. He looked like a classical nerd with a collared shirt buttoned to the top and a pair of tan, non-wrinkled, khaki pants. His face was buried into his hands. Erin wouldn’t have said he was crying, but he was definitely distressed. ‘They’re bullying him,’ Erin realized ‘I can’t let this happen,’ and it was with these thoughts that Erin stepped out from behind the seat.
“Hey! Pick on someone your own weight!” Erin yelled. Her insult echoed around the dimly light theatre. The three boys turned around frowning. They said something to the smaller boy, then turned around and jumped off the stage. They walked down the aisle, toughest guy in front, and the two not-so-tough ones following, like puppies after a bone. They pushed past Erin, and slammed the auditorium’s doors shut behind them. Their malicious laughter could be heard for a few seconds before it died down, and they had obviously left the theatre. Erin started walking down the rows of seats. The boy had stood up and was dusting off his pants.
“Hi. I’m Erin. Are you okay?” She asked the boy.
“Well I was okay till you showed up,” he replied nastily, without looking up.
“What, you think I ruined your life because now they’ll just pound you tomorrow? Cut the drama. Who were they anyway?” Erin inquired somewhat a little nosy.
“No one,” the boy said, he had now looked up from his pants and was fixing his glasses.
“Who are you?” Erin asked again, this time tried to make her voice sound less nosy than before.
“My name? Lucas.” The boy replied.