Once I saw what or rather who was making the noise I regretted turning the corner. A pack of boys, most likely around 17 or 18, surrounding a kid. I wasn't able to get a close look at him because the guys surrounding him were blcking off my view but I could tell they were trying to hurt him. 

I could have walked away and no one would have known I was there in the first place but... no matter how much I don't want to be noticed I couldn't just leave that kid now. So instead of turning away I kept walking towards the group of boys. 

The one that looked the oldest met my eyes and smirked. He whispered "Looks like we have a visitor" to his friends. Not knowning I could hear him as clearly as if he was standing right next to me while saying that. 

Half of the guys including the guy who had spoken left the circling and formed a line in front of me. He crossed his arms as two guys slowly walked on each side of the hall closing the exit behind me. 

Oh well. They're the only ones that would be running away.

"What are you going to do?" the oldest one said.

He wore a blue T-shirt and plain jeans and had a jacket tied around his waist. He had a fair skin tone and his brown hair was a messy style that didn't look that bad. His darkened brown eyes had narrowed at me and looked me up and down real quick before he just smirked at me. 

I stood taller and peaked around him and saw the little boy. He looked around 8 and had olive skin and dark brown hair that spiked every direction. I didn't meet his eyes but he was scared. I could tell by the way he was rolled up into a protective ball and how he was shaking ever so slightly.