Story called "rice"

It was a nice sunny morning when I stepped into the classroom, there were only 13 people in the class since Vince the school bully beat the rest up. The whole back row was empty, why? Because that was where all the beating began from Vince. Vince was not a kind boy; he was big, tall and smelly. He was many kids worst nightmare.
I looked in search for Vince but he was no where to be found so I thought I might have a change and sit at the back. It was half way through the class; I was having the time of my life sitting at the back by myself and drawing on the table. It was then when I reali…