Whispers. Whispers are the first thing you hear. Followed by the taunt
of the croud that has started to gather around you. You see this is a ritual thing for me now. Every time someone wants to prove how macho he/she is they pick a fight with the weakest prey in this school. Me.
The crowd has grown much larger now and have circled in around me and my component. It is so big now, shoulder to shoulder, that I cannot see my way out. The crowd is now roaring for a blood bath yelling, and I quote "Kick her ass! She ain't shit!"
Shelby Port's is looking me dead in the eyes, probably wondering how I'm taking all of this attention. Pretty well I'd say, since this isn't going to be my first time for someone to "Kick my ass".
All of a sudden there I am, laying on the ground with Shelby repeatedly kicking me in my side. Does it hurt? Yes. Am I showing fear? Most likely. Do I give a damn? Not one.
I bet some of you are wondering where are the teachers? Why doesn't someone help me? Well that's an easy answer to a not so complicated question.
No one cares.
No one cares that I'm being beaten. No one cares that I am viciously being bullied. No one cares if I have not a single friend. No one cares that I'm here.
"Come on Parker!" Shelby yells at me. "Last day of school and you don't care to put up a good show?"
I try to stand only to have Shelby kick me in my shoulder knocking me back down. I can't respond to her question, I can only muster out a faint mumble.
"BOO!" The crowd yells as they throw things at me.
Shelby picks me up by the collar of my shirt and whispers oh so quietly in my ear "go kill yourself " before delivering the final blow to my right eye. Surly to leave a bruse later.
The fight ends and the crowd starts to congratulate Shelby on her amazing fight. Correction. For it to be a fight one would need an opponent to fight back. In which I did not do. Why? Well that's simple. I. Don't. Care. I don't care because who's gonna stop it? Who's gonna be there for me and help me up? Who will care for me when I need them? Because if you think anyone will do ANY of those simple things you are wrong. Dead wrong.
After everyone clears out I limp my way to the bathrooms to see my new profound damage. When I get in there I make sure no one is in there before I lock the door. In which there wasn't. I look in the mirror and tears began to pull to my eyes. My lip and nose are both very much bleeding, and my right eye is now swolen into a black eye. I can't help but cry, and cry, and cry.
I don't know how long I was in there before I decide to pick myself up and head home. But when I do I can't help but think "Why God? Oh God why me?"
A.N. So this is my first chapter I hope you all like it. I just want to say please excuse my errors, I will try and fix them later. Also I'm just coming up with this stuff off the top of my head so please be easy on me ok. But yeah that's about it. Love you guys! :*
~H.G.
