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The station platform was seething with high school kids. The boys hot, sweating and loud, still full of pubescent energy despite the warm, humid afternoon and the fact that they had just finished two hours of sport. The girls just as loud and just as energetic, the school week was over and the weekend was here.
Ben stood at the platform entrance debating whether or not to take the train which was still ten minutes or more away, or, to walk home, avoiding the stares and quiet whispers of his school peers. He liked the solitude of the forty minute walk home. Past the golf course with its manicured green lawns and distant view of the bush, past the older houses near his primary school and along the bush track by the railway line, which once he crossed took him down another steep track and home.
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They thought they were so cool. Ben just thought they were a bunch of ugly thugs with their short, stocky bodies, long, greasy hair, pimples, big teeth......well three of them were for sure. The ring leader, Michael, wasn't. Blonde, almost white, hair, piercing blue eyes, cocky white toothed grin and tanned face, Michael could have been a pin up poster boy like the ones Ben had on his bedroom wall. As much as Ben hated him he had always been fascinated by him.
'Hey Felix'.
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