Hello 🌖 HuntersMoon  , my name is Just an Ordinary Boo!  and I am part of a reviewing celebration for WDC's 9th Birthday.
This review is made as a gesture of friendship and community, please accept it as such.
My review has been submitted for consideration in "Good Deeds Go Noticed"  .
 The Title: What a title! If I had to pick a title that did all I wanted to see a title do, I'd pick yours. It was unusual, it had an odd number (OK, even, in the mathematical sense, but odd in that it did not conform to three-quarters of an hour, but chose to be more random!) of minutes specified, it directed one's attention to itself. Then too, the fact that it was in minutes, not hours, said something momentous was happening, or going to happen. Interest and suspense created at one go. The intro takes over from where the title leaves off and tells us of is about abuse, but not the obvious kind, not even at the hands of an adult. Ping! That was me diving into the write! (no, 'Splash' is reserved for diving into waters, for e-writes it is an electronic 'Ping' -that's my story and I'm sticking to it!)
The Beginning: Another bit that had me dumbstruck by its creativity and enthralling capacity to 'draw' in the reader. Well done, my friend, well done. The first sentence was the doozy - it made a vivid picture and firmly ensconced us in the observer's seat. We have all watched raindrops chasing each other on a window, we've must have pondered upon the futility or helplessness too, you gave it form with your deft words. The next few lines gave us the time, the place, the POV, the reasons. 
The Setting: This was well done, from the child introspecting, to its being drawn out of the reverie by a bump and then absorbing all the sights, the sounds, the smells. Good work, pulling in that little used sense, that of smell. So many memories are attached to that, I think of my grand-father whenever I smell sandalwood, he had a cupboard of that wood and consequently his clothes would always have a faint whiff of that smell.
The Characters: I think you brought out your childhood self well. It takes courage to look deep within yourself and then present that self to the world, unadorned and unaltered, although you do not particularly like what you see.
To become a child again, to make all the actions conform to that far-off state is a feat, well done. I particularly liked the way the child tries to do right, whilst still remaining within the narrow confines of behaviour demanded by his peers.
The other descriptions were clear, John himself was easy to see, only the narrator is in the shadows, defined only by his emotions. I think that was a deliberate choice? I like to see all the characters, considering there was a bit, quite a bit of word limit, available, a couple of lines to flesh out the narrator is an option.
The Descriptions: These were the best part. I was squirming in my seat like an eager student who knows the answer, only the teacher hasn't asked the question yet. I wanted to tell you how much I liked this bit. The first line was great, but many other parts were also worth the lauding for the vivid three-dimensional images they evoked.
"The chatter of the other kids crept back into my consciousness as did the faint smell of exhaust fumes and school lunches previously abandoned under the thinly padded seats."
The Story as a Whole: I thought the prompt was a difficult one, for it is difficult to talk of crusaders for rights and their travails within a limited word count, to justify how standing up for right might be wrong at some points, how enemies can be made without any personal enmity. Yet, you did all that, with words to spare.
You took the prompt in an unusual direction moreover, a child might not be everybody's first choice for protagonist in this situation.
What I liked: Deft description, it'll get me standing up and applauding every time. I admire facile ease with dialogue, I enjoy witty use of puns and tongue-in-cheek remarks, but description is what delights me the most. I like PGW for both the former, I applaud him for the latter.
I liked your choice of words. Yep that's it, that's what I've waited to say, wanted to say. 
Suggestions: Remember these are made, not from any lofty pinnacle of ability or erudition, but more as a hiccup seen in the smooth enjoyment of a concerned reader -:
"Each school has its own rules about what was "cool" and what wasn't." Is there a tense inconsistency in there? 'has its own rules', 'what isn't'; or 'had its own rules', 'what wasn't'. Or so I think. *unsure confused look*
" I felt pushed by forces I had no control over" It's in the POV of a young child, the narrator, so I'd be inclined to let that one go. As long as you too know that there was a tiny flaw in that sentence, it ends with a preposition. In other situations, it might be re-written as 'I felt pushed by forces over which I had no control'. Even simpler to make it 'I felt buffeted by random forces'.
Any comments are only an individual opinion. Please sip it all, allow what you find sweet to take the edge off what you think is sour.
 May your words go on to shine!
 Effort brings colour to Life
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