In this realistic yet unbelievable story, Parker (A genius teen who is great with technology) and Mark (A harshly bullied teen), who are best friends, have had enough of being bullied, cruelly beaten, and not being able to witness true peace. Witness this heart wrenching story alongside Parker and Mark, as they do what most victims of bullying are not able to do. They fight back, but in the most unexpected way. Watch as these two young teen's imagination become reality, and the bullies sanity is in their hands. Can the outcome of this event justify what they have done? That is for you to decide.


1. Mark - The "Accident"

     It was an ordinary day at Milburn High. It was a hot summers day, and the sound of birds singing their cheery tune filled the air. The sun was shining down on the students, who all wore shorts and a T-shirt. The bell had just rung and all of the students were hurriedly making there way through the stampede of teenagers trying to get to their lockers.

     Mark was 17 years old and he was a junior at Milburn high. He was not really what you would consider popular. In fact he was frequently bullied. It seemed as if he were constantly bullied. He often had to sit down with his friend Parker and talk to him about the bullies. They both shared the struggle. He was targeted due to his quiet manner. Being the schools top nerd doesn't aid the situation very much either. Of course Mark knew this was just how Parker was, and he accepted him for it. There is more to someone than just how much they talk and how they like to spend their spare time.

     Mark was of a slender build, not exactly your athletic type. Gym class was always on his hate list. So what, if he couldn't do one pull-up. That's not exactly grounds for a head dunk in the toilet, but to the bullies... it was the perfect punishment. Team picking always resulted in him being chosen last. Unless Parker was in the picture. Poor kid couldn't sprint four feet without having aching heart palpitations and the constellations crossing his vision.

     It was quite the contrary for Adam. Seeing as he was the jock of the school, these sort of things tend to come easily to him. He played on almost all sports teams held by the school. Not only was he the captain of the football team, Adam was also the head honcho of a particularly ruthless and diabolical group of bullies. Ruthless is definitely the most definitive characteristic of the group. They would target person after person. It seemed they could always find something to pick on you about. They were the only ones that were "perfect."


     Mark had made his way to his locker and opened the door. He was about to grab his gym bag, when the locker door came crashing into his arm. Crunch. A Prominent cracking noise proving the force the door was shut with. This was no accident. Mark screamed in pain, arm throbbing with pain. At the point of impact his arm was bent slightly outward. He looked to his right to see who had just done that to him, but his vision was blurry from the tears welling up in his eyes. Tears or no tears, he knew who it was.. It was Adam.

     Mark and Adam had gone to the same school ever since kindergarden. Adam had always picked on Mark for anything. Mark blinked out his tears to get a better look at Adam. Adam was smiling like he was proud of what he had just done. Mark knew that Adam didn't care about what others thought. He knew that even now, when Adam knew quite well what he had just done, he would not feel sorry. Mark always wondered how someone could be so desensitize

     Mark turned around and ran. Ran as fast as he could to Mr. Drake's room. Mr. Drake was Marks favorite teacher. He taught English. Mark was not the smartest kid in the world, so whenever he was struggling in class, Mr. Drake would sit down with him, one-on-one giving him the help he needed. Mr. Drake's reputation for caring for his students is well known throughout the school.

     Mark had always treated him with the utmost respect. Whenever Mark had a problem, Mr. Drake would be the one he would talk to. It didn't even occur to Mark that the nurses office was probably the place to be heading. When he started running he had already set his mind to going to Mr. Drake.

      Finally after what seemed to be,several pain filled minute, he reached Mr. Drakes door. Mark could see that he had a class. Not caring he turned the knob and through himself at the door Rudely interrupted the class fell silent. Everyone's eyes fixated on the sobbing boy cradling his arm. It was obvious that they were having a class discussion, several students still had their hands raised, wanting to add there input to discussion. They were so shocked they forgot their hands were still up.

     Mr. Drake turned to see who had just interrupted his class. He almost looked upset that someone had just barged into his room right in the middle of a class. The moment he saw it was Mark, his expression changed to a look of concern. He noticed him cradling his arm and immediately stood up, letting his book in his hand fall to floor completely forgotten.. He put Zack, a pudgy boy, in charge, and started walking towards the door gesturing for Mark to Follow/

     "What happened?" He asked Mark. He knew Mark was a major target for the bullies. It angered him, that some people could be so full of hate and cruelty. He also knew that Mark was not the only one. There were several students that would go up to him seeking advice on what to do when they were victimized by the bullies. If they went to another teacher, he would know because the other teachers are always mentioning that poor kid who visited them for help.

     It seemed to him that whenever a student would come to him to report a student for bullying, it was always a certain few names that got mentioned every time. It was always that handfull of students being reported.

     "It w-was A-Adam." Mark said between sobs. Despite all the pain in his arm, most of his tears were not for the pain but were more tears of frustration. He was fed up. Going crazy. He could not have a single peaceful day at school. He was constantly having to worry about Adam popping out of nowhere, just to sport him a new black eye. The only time Mark felt any security at school was when he was with Mr. Drake, or home in his bedroom locked door and all. It was at this time, he knew something had to be done. Or else, it might get even worse, and he had a feeling Parker could help him out.


      By the time Mark and Mr. Drake got to the nurses office, the pain had almost become unbearable. The nurse had seen Mark and Mr. Drake walking down the hall towards her office, so she was standing outside the doorway, phone in hand. Mark was relieved they had finally reached the nurses office. On the way, students stared at him.

     They were probably feeling sorry for me. Mark thought. Mark didn't want anyone feeling sorry for him. He hated it when people felt sorry for him. It made him feel small and helpless.

     "What in the world happened?" The nurse asked.

     "I'm not completely sure what happened. All I know is that Adam is the one responsible, and I think his arm is broken." Mr. Drake's voice was shaky. "This needs to stop. I knew Adam's behavior would get even more out of hand." Mr. Drake's voice changed from a tone of concern to anger. "I will leave you to take care of Mark. I need to report this to the principle." Mr. Drake said this and turned to leave.

     "Wait! Stop!" Mark yelled. He didn't want people to think he was a nark. Kids, nowadays tease you about everything. "Don't go and tell."

     "And why shouldn't I go tell? This is not something that should go without being dealt with Mark." Mr. Drake was getting a bit impatient. All he wanted to do is help the poor kid, but when he is about to help him, Mark always tells him not to. He would not leave this be. Adam went too far this time.

    "I don't want him to feel the satisfaction of knowing that it bothers me. Besides, people will just have one more thing to pick on me about." Mark was desperate now. He did not want Mr. Drake to report it. Mark also knew, that no matter what he said to Mr. Drake, he would still report it. "Never mind. You can report it." While Mr. Drake and Mark had been yapping their gums about reporting Adam, the nurse took the phone and called Mark's Mother.

     The nurse waited a bit until someone with a sweet voice answered the phone. "Hello?"

     "Hi Mrs. Abbit. There was an incident today that involved Mark. Is it possible for you to bring him to the hospital. It looks like he has a broken arm." There was silence on the other end of the line. The nurse waited patiently for Mrs. Abbit to answer. Finally, after the long pause, Mrs. Abbit replied.

     "Yes I can do that. I will be there in about five minutes." The line went dead, and the nurse hung up as well. The nurse explained to Mark that his mother would be there in a short while. Mark was relieved that he was going to the hospital. Maybe they would give him something for the pain.

     The pain in arm had almost become unbearable. He was cradling it like a baby, completely vulnerable to the world. His teeth were clenched so hard that his jaw began to ache. It felt like he had millions of small needles stuck in his arm. Whenever he looked at his arm, he immediately had to look away. It looked really.....well...awkward. Where the bone was  broken, his arm was totally out of shape. it bent in the weirdest angle.

     The nurse walked up to the mini freezer in the corner of the room,  pulled out an ice pack, and offered it to Mark. Mark took the ice pack and tried to place it on his arm where it hurt the most. When he placed the ice pack on his arm, pain shot up his arm and he yelped. Just the slightest amount of pressure hurt it. Mark put the ice pack on the nurse's desk, mentally saying every swear in the book. He waited, sitting in immense pain, for his mother to arrive.

     Finally, (pain seemed to make time go by slower), his mother walked in with Mr. Drake following right behind her. Mark's Mother had a look of anger and worry in her eyes.

     "What in the world happened, and why is it that you need to go to the hospital?" Mrs. Abbit questioned. No one had to answer her question because she looked at his arm and her face changed into a expression of horror. "Oh my God. Get in the car right now. She turned around and started out of the nurses office.

     Mark got up and started walking out to the car. When Mark got to the car, his mother opened the door for him and closed it when he got in. She walked to the other side of the car and before she climbed into the driver's seat, Mr. Drake came bounding out of the school towards the car.

     "When you get to the hospital, if you can, please keep me posted. I would like to know, how he is." Mr. Drake told Mark's mother.

     "It's ok Mr. Drake. It's  just a broken arm. There is no need to make such a fuss over it." While she was saying this was glaring. Even when she said it herself, she knew it was not "just" a broken arm.

     "The reason why I am making a big deal out of this, is because this should not have happened at all." There were small flames of hell in his eyes. They flickered with fury. Mark knew that he shouldn't argue with Mr. Drake any more. So he nodded his head and waited for his mom to get into the car.

     When his mother got into the car, she put the key into the ignition and started the car. His mother shifted the car into drive and they drove to the hospital. Mark waited for them to get there cradling his arm, tears of pain streaking down his face like little stars dropping out of his eyes.




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