It seemed Bobby had two kinds of days at school, bullied or ignored. Today was the latter.
Lunch alone. Nachos. Good, but the chips were stale. While eating, a chip got stuck in his windpipe.
He couldn’t panic. They’d laugh.
He stood and walked discreetly from the cafeteria; then he dashed to the boy’s room. Thankfully, empty.
He had to act fast. He went into a stall, locked it, knelt by the toilet, put a finger down his throat, and retched until the chip came free. Tearfully, he gasped. Just a raw throat.
He saved his own life and nobody knew.