Judging in the jungle

Chapter 2

Once again it's as if I'm talking to myself but oh well, enjoy this chapter and my song suggestion - TFB

Unsurprisingly lessons were just as boring as ever. We learnt some more useless rules about trigonometry in maths, which then led to a 50 minuet conversation about pressure in physic. By the time it got to break i was already a walking zombie, dark bags under my eyes were visible to anyone within 6 meters of me.

On the way to my form room someone barged into my, in what I believed was an accident. As I bent down to pick up a couple of my fallen books, I muttered a sorry hoping the other person would too and then be on their way. However what came was in no way an apology, it actual cleared up the question was it deliberate.

"Well if it isn't the Brussels sprout." A voice chanted, followed by laughs coming from the surrounding kids. " oh I get it, its because my last name is sprout, smart one Daveen. I think your insult are getting better." I said while rising to my feet in a monotone voice, I instantly regretted it. Daveen Allston one of the most popular people in the school, she had dark hair that always looked thick due to extensions, fake looking skin Fromm too much bronzer and eye lashes that could take off if she blinked quick enough. She was constantly followed by what I would call paparazzi, girls and boys alike wanting to get noticed by her, I couldn't tell if they would laugh just to please her or if they generally found this entertaining. Whatever the case I bet they were just glad that they weren't in my shoes.

" why you little" Daveen snarled, preparing to knock my belongings flying once again. And oh boy would she have if it weren't for her closest friend Jess calling for her down the other end of the science corridor. As quick as a flash she plastered a fake smile on her face and scooped up my last book that still lay neglected on the floor. She chucked it into my arms briskly, we caught eyes as she said smoothly " you dropped this," then scampered away to her friends side. " what was that about." Jess asked with a shrug. "Oh nothing much just helping that kid pick up her books." Daveen said quickly trying to change the subject. Jess chuckled " um Davy she's in our year why would you call her a kid." As they walked away their voices grew quieter and their conversation was lost from my ears.

I don't know what it was but Daveen always wanted to appear as perfect in front of Jess. The bullying always seems to stop as soon as her friend appears, which is lucky for me.
Jess Nikk, your classic perfect sporty white girl. Her chestnut hair was always in a pony tail (some say that not even Daveen has seen her hair down) and you would either find her in the middle of a sports match or with Daveen and her follow arounds. She was everything I wasn't. Sporty, confident, popular and she even exceeds in classes. This made my skin boil. She's never done anything directly to me but I bet they talk about what fun Daveen has once they're away from prying eyes, they're all the same those rulers of the school and my opinions not going to change so easily after over a year of torment.

Wether it was slapping me, drenching me in water or calling me names she somehow always came up with an excuse to cover up her actions if a teacher were to see. This made it virtually impossible for me to report her behaviours to the school. And its not like she could get in trouble, she was perfect, and that Jess would stick up for her. Within a year my personal belongings have been constantly destroyed and ruined, pens and pencils snapped after bottles shattered, graffiti on my calculator and one time Daveen got one of the boys to through my backpack into a pond.My parents started to question why they had to buy me so many replacements and my excuses started to run out. So nowadays I use my pocket money to buy cheap stationary once a week so at not to arouse anymore suspicion from my parents.

I felt trapped wherever I went, I don't even feel comfortable to use the public restroom at the school as I was too scared at what they might try. However there's not much I can do. Fighting back isn't an option she has an army of followers, running again was no good as my parents would never let me transfer without an appropriate reason and as I've mentioned before snitching was also not an option. So I've had to live with this as part of a normal day.