I hate being alone. Why am I alone? Why do I have no friends? Why am I the target? Why does no one stand up for me? Most importantly, why can I not stand up for myself? People only want to be my friends to copy my homework. They only talk to me when no one is there. I am tired of this. I thought as I looked out the window. The rain droplets dropping down gently together. Tap-tap tap-tap the droplet went. Even the droplets join together. If only, if only the bluebirds flied and I had a friend, one that could talk about how easy school was. One that I could play catch with. If only if only.
The next morning I woke up at the brisk of dawn. It was still dark and gloomy, full of January.
"Honey! Wake up, it's the first school day!" My mom said softly.
I gurgulled awake. It was the day that I was dreading the whole summer break. I like school and all, it's just that..... Well.... let's not jinx that.
I got dressed, brushed my teeth, packed my backpack, did my business and ate breakfast. I was afraid of what was going to happen. It would be so embarrassing that I probably won't have a partner for gym class. You might me asking why don't you just explain what is happening to the teachers. Perhaps that might understand. Well the won't. I would be known as the teacher's pet. I would be bullied more. Threats are pretty scary you know! Most of the kids who bully me are jocks, the favourites of athletic teachers and coaches. The bests in teams. If they were in detention or suspended for bullying me physically or verbally or cyberly, either one of these. They might miss a game which may give the team a loss and may not advance to the finals. And the jocks know that, so do I.
Yes, I do like to talk a lot. It is pretty sad that I speak to books and myself because I have no friends.
As my mom drove the car slowly and stopped at a lurch slowly. As I got off the car and looked at the place that has the worst people in it, she said "Have a good day in school honey."
I closed the door without saying anything and walked slowly towards the door. I looked at the flag pole, where I was once hanged up on, the back of the school where the bullies shoved and punched me and stole my money.
I breathed in and out 8 times to be lucky and to help myself to stop thinking about the terrible memories I had. I hope that doesn't happen to me again. I tried to walk in with confidence.
As I walked past all my memories, one still stayed in my head the time...the tim...the time they shoved my head in a locker along with my body. I was stuck for almost till the end of the school day. I was there until a teacher got me out. One of the things I hate the most was them calling me names. Like Nerd boy, idiot, ugly ogre, and bad words I don't want to repeat again.
I made a beeline straight to my classroom looking at the floor, avoiding any contact. Just looking at the plain white floor newly polished from the winter. I take one step and another. I was really surprised that no one called me out or pushed me yet. I hold my breath not wanting to jinx my luck. Then I felt a huge weight on me. A huge weight collided onto me. The scent of deodorant, the scent I knew all too well. His football shirt that had once been used to muffle my screams of despair colliding against me. And the world went black
The world didn't really go black. I just wanted to put something interesting so you won't leave me like everyone else did.
The blackness was actually from his shirt. I wasn't really crying if I didn't really cry they wouldn't leave me alone, I knew all too well. Then it started again.
"Soorryyy..... Please leave me alo...o..ne." I mumbled in pain, wincing every time I said a word.
"Eh. Nerd boy here again. Well, well, well. I thought I told you that I never want to see your ugly stupid ogre face again. Looks like over the break, you became dumber and weaker, then you were before. Well you'll learn again."
With that he punched me in my stomach.
I felt my ribs afraid that they were broken. Too scared to breathe. As if it wasn't enough,
He stomped on my bloody nose to make things more clear, clear like water, more like blood.
Everyone was crowded around us. When he looked up, everyone walked rapidly to their classes to avoid being the next victim. He left with a laugh and a smirk on his face.
"Like always."
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