The First Short Story - No Name!

       In the middle of a hot day of summer, the sun in the cloudless sky is shining. After a long running with my friends, we are napping under the shadow of tress close the railroad, far from the noisy streets of Arak, an industrial city in center of Iran. There is not any water to drink, even the trees are thirsty; the yellow leaves fallen under the trees claim that.
       My friends have accepted me as the leader. It is not because of my intellectual abilities or my leadership capability, but due to my power and violence. Honestly, my friends just fear from my violence and sometimes brutal behavior. They have been obeying me since I was hitting them at childhood, while fight playing. They are very loyal. They do everything that I order and usually follow me without thinking. I think they are crazy but I enjoy it.
        Today morning we had a horribly fight with some young boys, they were more than us and also more stronger than us, so they beat us and injured  me and most of my friends. In these cases, there is not any supply from other people who stay and watch the fight and there is not any law to protect and avoid these conventional fights. We had no choice except escaping and now, we are physically and mentally tired, thirsty and hungry.
        Something is coming closer, a young boy, I think he is one of the boys who beat us today. He is alone, why is he following us? Maybe he wants to find us and reveal our location to his friends to come and disturb us again. I get very angry. Maybe he doesn't know us and the boys. It doesn't matter. I am angry and I want to soften my violence by attacking to this boy. I don't stay and get up. With a violent shriek run toward the boy. My friends get up and as a habit follow me. The boy is shocked. More than 10 shouting violence strangers are running as a military corp of zombies. He is biking and after seeing this frightening assault, the unfortunate boy starts biking as fast as he can. He is biking and we are following him. If we catch him, we can beat him as revenge of morning fight. We are pedestrians and he is biking. We are very tired, thirsty and hungry but he is not. He can scape. It is not very important because we could frighten him very much. I stop running and come back to the shadow of the trees, more thirsty, more tired but with a good sense of being victorious. My friends come back after me. We continue napping.

        It is the first time that I have been scared like this. My heart is beating more than 250 beats per minute and it seems coming to my mouth. My face is completely palled. My clothes are dirty. My mouth is dried due to a horrible unforeseen incident. I was biking alone around the city, along the railroad, to spend my free time in a hot day of summer. Everything was normal until more than 10 stray dogs suddenly attacked me.