The incessant rain fell on already wet bones of about thirty boys and girls of high school. The gray and wet faces of the boys looked @ s little patience closed the bus door which stood just inches from their faces. Inside the school bus the ruddy face of the bus driver watched with a bored expression without apparently noticing newspaper that awaited unos centímetros un grupo de escolares a los que tenia que llevar a sus casas. Unos escolares con las hormonas revueltas y en efervescencia que estaban hartos de empaparse "como cosa tonta". Algun muchacho increpaba al conductor. Pero este, en la cabina del conductor no parecía darse cuenta del enfado creciente que reinaba en el lluvioso paisaje de afuera. No, seguía leyendo el periódico. Los ojos de los muchachos intentaban detectar algún movimiento procedente de las manos del conductor que delatase que dejaba absurd those printouts in black ink, and opened the doors of the bus, away from auqella rain. But it seemed that the driver would react. Among the group of guys one of them started pushing their way to "believing himself the king of mambo" no matter who was delante.Cuando the boy was right outside the door of the coach, is as if you were subject to some kind of spell was opened under the noses of the boy and the alibi of those around him. The group of boys and girls soaked to the bones rushed upstairs to escape the Llubi that fell outside fleeing from the cold water and tiny fotas. One of those who went up first to the coach was the boy who had pushed its way between the student group. The young man stood in a seat located in Ecuador with the coach and soon stood in one of the seats in the same way that a predator had been placed in a LCME for must see their potential and juicy prey . Juicy and helpless fellow institute. Had not spent even a few young men to coach when the green doors shut in the face of those who have not been able to ascend the stairs and sneak in some seat of the bus. A wild and desperate screaming voices of girl @ s ascended by the soaked streets just outside the door of that bus. Inside the bus driver looked at the group of boys who were in the street and then turned his ruddy face back towards where they were youth who had managed to climb to the bus. Opened the corners of the lips and opening his mouth in a mocking said, "Out worldwide. Now the shouting in the bus exploded in a sea of \u200b\u200bprotest. The driver opened the door again and when a group of youths tried to get the tag, the door volbio to close before the astonished eyes of the mucahchos and girls. The driver again volbio imperatiba voice made the boys were still inside the bus. Within their domains. "Out of the coach or your colleagues will suffer the consequences, as he said this indicates with a bony finger at the boys @ s totally waiting drafts volbieran the doors to open. Hoping once again away from that downpour. Finally the students who were inside the coach decided to do what they asked the driver. And the bus doors opened triumphantly to throw down the students defeated air. Insulted in his youthful ego. And one of those humbled was the young man who had sneaked into the midst of people to enter into the warmth that gave the coach. Now, the young I was pissed and did not hesitate to pay him any expletive robeaban shouting that he should come to mind. After a few minutes the bus doors opened letting this time if the young. Everyone rushed up the stairs with shouts of triumph and satisfaction. But the boy had tried to sneak it did not seem happy at all. He sat on a seat, more like scrambled to the seat and began to collejas that passed in front of where he was. Another boy, a boy with ire distracted and with a backpack, which more than a backpack like a whale on his back, sat a seat in front of young collejas distributed. Cuando el autocar se puso en marcha la lluvia seguia callendo con rabía. Pero no solo la lluvia parecia desbordar rabia, también el joven encaramado en el asiento. No tardo mucho tiempo el muchacho en descargar toda su rabia adolescente en el muchacho que tenia delante. La cosa empezó primeramente con insultos. La ponzoña venenosa de las calumnias and lies did not seem to affect anything the young front seat. The first challenge had failed. But that did not end in that, not only the torment had begun. And if the insults gave way to a hock and impact. A whirlwind of punches the boy is bait adelante.Y seat while the kid tried to defend their attempts were in vain. And little could be done before that rage out of control. The bus driver alerted by the screams of the kids who crowded around the seats where the fight was taking place I stop bus and woke up to find out what was happening. When the conductor came to where the fighting was taking place, saw a fight. What he saw was a ball nestled in one of the seats and on top of that ball was a kid full of fury beating him again and again. Although the driver was to separate black the angry boy got another (the tube that were surprised by the unusual strength and fury of a boy of fifteen years). When you separate the driver got scolded and threatened to leave him on the road if she do something like what was on the road. But the boy with all the arrogance that he had spit on the body: ; "I do not have balls to do it. Because if you did you would send the fucking street and my parents will denounce. The driver was suppressed to keep the nerves. And red-faced with rage that seethed through the veins got the boy to sit in another seat far away from the young victim. Well the story related above was one of the many attacks he suffered during my time in high school. With this post and wanted to reflect the impunity for attacks because drivers apart driver's alleged mind seem to have to bring order to the confusing sheepfold where to cast the wolf. But as seen at the end of what you and told they can do little against the aggressors and who are bound hand and foot to the rebellion of the aggressors.
