Bonjour , tout d'abord excusez ma longue absence mais je n'avais plus de connection Internet --' . Alors j'aurai besoin de votre aide pour en anglais .

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"Omri was only one of many children walking, playing or hanging around in Hovel Road at this hour, but he was the only one who wore school uniform. Of course he took his blazer and tie off in the train and stuffed them into his schoolbag, but that still left his white shirt, black trousers and grey pullover. He still stood out among the others he had to pass through. The others all went to a local school where uniform was net required. He couldn't imagine going to school with these kids. He regarded them as little better than a pack of wolves.
That group waiting for him on the corner by the amusement arcade... He knew them by now, and they knew him. They waited for him, if they had nothing better to do. Their faces positively lit up as they saw him approach. It took all his courage to keep walking towards them
Omri was not that much smaller than these boys. There were just so many of them, and only one of him. They were nothing but kids like himself, although several years older. Except that they weren't like him. "They're rats", he thought, to rouse himself for battle. "Pigs. Toads1. Mad dogs." It would be shameful to let them see he was afraid of them.
The boy he had to pass first was a skinhead, like several of the others. The cropped head made him look somehow animal-like. He had a flat, whitish face and about five gold rings in one ear. The skinhead's boot shot out but Omri was expecting that and skipped over it. Speed was his only hope. He broke into a run.
There was the sound of jeering laughter. He felt hot rage flood under his skin. He was roused now ; he wanted to stop, to fight, but he saw their sneering, idiot faces. That was all they were waiting for. They would beat him up. They’d done it once before and he had stumbled home with a bloody nose and a shoulder bruised2 from the pavement and one shoe missing.
An experience like that taught you something. He fled, hating himself, but hating his enemies more. They didn't pursue him. That would have been too much trouble. But their shouts and jeers followed him all the way to his gate. As he turned into it, he slowed down. He was on safe ground here. It was a different world. The property had a high hedge which shut it off from the street. The house was a nice house. Omri didn't deny that. He could see into the warm, well-lit living room with its familiar furniture and lamps and ornaments and pictures."


- Je dois répondre a une question : Do you think Omri was intelligent or do you think he was courageous ?

Je galère surtout que je ne comprend pas trop le texte ,( , Merci d'avance pour votre aide .