Not Worth Explaining

I stride down the halls,
sixth graders avoiding my gaze;
Eighthers, my kind, brush past me
One of them Sebastian.
A thought sparks
through my mind.
I raise my limp lunch bag
and swing it at Seb's back.
"What was that for?!" he asks -
in reply, I smile at him
pleasantly.

Jenn Sundt, 11th Grade