Little White Lies

Marcel is your typical nerd, big glasses, slick greased hair, shirt vest and bow tie, he gets bullied alot because of his appearance, maybe one person can help him ...

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5. Bullies, fun (not)

Marcel P.O.V

arrived at school after a mere 7 minute walk from home listening to my favourite music, The Fray, that was the best part of my day as I was engrossed in my own little world of my own thinking of everything I can imagine, and “what if’s”. Like what if I had decided to change my style to gothic, would I have any friends, what if I had decided to go to the moonlight dance, would I be in a relationship now.
As I opened the door to the school the all too familiar scent smacked me around the face, a mixture of pine trees and a mixture of perfumes and aftershaves from the different types of students. As I walked through the hallways to the main office to collect my timetable I noticed many new year 7’s running around like small mice, it was actually quite funny and I chuckled quietly to myself. I saw many students from my classes last year embracing their friends as they first meet, they look so happy, I wish I could have some friends like that, but to be honest, my only friends are my mum and my cat Molly.
I opened the door in front of me and carried on walking down the slim corridor only to feel myself being smacked against the wall crushing my glasses making them smoothly slip off the bridge of my nose and fall silently to the floor.
“Heyyyy Marcel!” the person behind me said, I could literally hear the smirk in their voice.
“How are you doing today marcel! REMEMBER, if I get any homework today, I will find you, and you WILL do it, otherwise there will be some consequences, ok?” another said in a threatening tone. I just stood there too afraid to say anything.
“I SAID OK? MARCEL!! SPEAK TO ME, CAT GOT YOUR TOUNGE?!” he screamed grabbing hold of my shoulders and pushing them even further towards the wall squishing me painfully in the process.
“Yes that is ok…” I quietly spoke, I am surprised they actually heard me.
“Good” one of them said, I think he was the one pinning me to the wall. And suddenly he dropped me to the floor kicking me in the stomach a few times, then sauntering off with his ‘clique’. Great, I thought, another year of this, then I am free.
As I slowly got up a roaring pain was sent through my stomach and I howled in pain, leaning against the wall and I tried to hold myself up. The pain was subsiding a little so I think I should go to the office.

Looking at my new timetable I think I have fairly good lessons today, psychology, maths and first lesson is English, with a new teacher, Mr Horan. Fun. 

 

A/N OMG I AM SOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER! I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY JUST DONE MY RELIGIOUS STUDIES MOCK AND REVISING LITERALLY TOOK UP MY LIFE! HOPE I HAVE DONE ALRIGHT! THANKS XXX IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR THE REST OF THE BOOK OR ANY WAYS IN WHICH I CAN IMPROVE PLEASE COMMENT BELOW!!! PLEASE LIKE/FAVORITE AND SHARE!

 

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