"Ohhhh, okay. That's what I get for coming into a school full of it. I guess I'd better grow accustomed to it." Donald accepted her hand and was pulled to his feet. He looked down and groaned.
His pipe had been shattered, slipping out of his pocket as he fell. He felt angry at the boy who attacked him. That was a gift from his brother, the same brother that was stabbed to death by a group of men trying to get to him. He now blamed Adrian for his brother's death.
Calm down, calm down, calm down...
He punched the wall next to him. He felt his knuckles split, and he regretted that action. Too late to worry now. He applied pressure with his shirt until the bleeding stopped.
Oh great, now I have bloodstains on my shirt. This is turning out to be a crappy day.
Donald didn't like the sound of the voice behind them. He turned and saw a man that looking strikingly similar to Dawn, but with a cruel edge. He really hoped nobody searched him right now. By the look on Dawn's face, this wasn't a good situation.
"Why not? Maybe it'll help me find mine." Donald opened his guitar case to make sure it was okay. When he noticed it was in perfect condition still, he performed a victory dance inside his head. He did a lot in his head.
While Dawn checked her stuff, Donald had walked into a corner and began fishing things out of his pocket. He moved his fingers quickly and with dexterity, and slid something behind his ear when he was finished, covering it with his long hair. He turned around and asked, "You all done here?"