"WOAH!!!!"

Kids ran out of the church into the garden, wide grins on their innocent faces with the pair of eyes left squinting into a line. The clock tower rang twelve, noting the end of the sunday school. For a moment, Tim and Jim stared at each other. Tim's eyes shivered and looked away, somewhere far. Taking a deep breath, Jim didn't want to stop himself from his stare. It was this feeling that caught his attention.

Three children came running in; two boys and a girl. It broke Jim's train of thought.

"I'm sorry," one of the boys said timidly upon seeing them. Short, but chubby, with thin lips and gold-tinted hair, his big eyes turned dull, looking at how he fiddle with his own fingers while speaking to them. He seemed more than just afraid of Tim or Jim, that they may just catch him with his shirt and beat him up. The girl clutched the other boy's hands. This boy, taller and thinner, with dark brown hair and eyes. He looked confident of himself as he walked up, pulled the shorter boy over and ran away, holding the boy and the girl's hands, one on each side.

They just kept running, and Tim saw it all in his eyes.