I Hate Bullies

I looked in the mirror to make sure everything was in place. My black hair curving messily across my face. My black snake bites in. Green shirt with black skinnies and green converse on. The final touch was a little eyeliner to make my blue eyes pop. I grabbed my school bag and headed down stairs. I swerved past all the unpacked boxes and bags. My mom and I had just moved here and still haven't unpacked. Today was my first day of school here. Yay. Go new kid. What made it worse was that it was in the middle of the semester and I knew no one. Oh well, it's best to think positive as my mom always says. I grabbed the box of Reece's Puffs from the cabinet. I love this cereal sooooo much. Reece's Puffs, Reece's Puffs, peanut buttah choclate flavaaaaaa. I poured myself a bowl and hurriedly ate it all. I picked up my back pack, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door.

"Bye mom!" I yelled as I exited the door.

"Have a good first day sweetie!" she yelled from her room.

"I'll try." I sighed to myself.

I unlocked my car and got in. I had a black jeep explorer and I loved it. When the weather was nice, I would take the doors off and let my feet hang out. I did that now and put the doors in the back. I was not going to leave my baby open for people to steal. I turned it on and backed out of the driveway. My new school was only ten minutes away so i was there quickly. When I drove in I could practically feel  people staring at my car. I was used to it by now so I just went along with my business. I was a senior and this was my third high school. My mom gets restless if we stay in one place for too long so we move often. My dad left us when I was in eighth grade. I think it would be less painful if he had left when I was a child. At least then I would'nt know what I was missing. I sighed and got out off my car when I found a spot. I grabbed my bag and dropped it on the ground beside my feet. I put the doors back on my car and locked it. Hitching my bag up on one shoulder. I headed into the building. I found the registration office quickly enough.

"Hi I'm Matt Heath. I'm new here and need my schedule." I said with a smile to the lady behind the desk. She smiled back and gave me my schedule.

"Here you are. Your first class is in room B-23. Have a good day."

"Thanks you too." I gave her another smile and left. My locker number was 111. That was easy to remember.

When I finally found it, I unlocked it with ease and put my stuff in, all except my science book. Ugh, I hate science. I always get Cs in it. My shoulders slumped as I walked towards what I thought was my classroom. Thank heavens I was right. I was about to open the doors when I heard a loud conversation from the classroom. It seemed like a lot of people were talking. I walked in and could barely hold in my rage.

What I saw before me was this; a lone tall, skinny kid in the front of the class. Staring at everyone with a look of horror in his eyes. It looked like he was about to cry as well. I would too with what I saw. On the black board there was writing. All saying hurtful things about how Jake, I was guessing the skinny kid, was a fag and that he deserved to die. As if that wasn't enough, everyone was saying it out loud as well. Laughing when they weren't yelling about how he was disgusting. The poor kid was frozen on the spot. I clenched my fists in disgust. I quickly walked over to the board and erased everything on it. I then picked up a piece of chalk and started writing, and writing. by the time I was done, the chalk was down to a nub. The class had quieted down when I started writing and now were dead silent as they read my little speech. It went something like this:

Hi, my name is Matt Heath. I am from Nevada and I just moved here. This is my third high school, and at every school I learn something important on the first day. This school, I learned that everyone is a homophobic prick. Even the people who didn't say or write anything, you let it happen. Is it fun to you guys, seeing someone get beat down until all that's left is a empty husk? Do you beat people down emotionally, then beat them down when they are weak? I really want to know. Because to me, that's just sad. What I find fun is sports and clubs. Maybe make a friend or two before I have to move again. I can tell that that's not going to happen here. I have one more question.