Trudging along the hallway, dodging a few overhyped teens (not many though- it was Monday), I made my way to my locker. All to find, across from it was a gathering of pathetic followers of the famous Laura Parkent.
"-and he legit said he needed a "break" or something and I was all "Na mate, your gonna-"
"Oh, shut up."
Some coughed and splutters escaped the gathering before I even realized.
Wait, did I say that our loud?
"Err, excuse me. What did you say Emo?"
Oh my days, I'm stuffed.
"Who, exactly were you telling to be quiet, fag?"
I sighed. Telling the little miss queen bee "I think I'm all that" of our year to shut her mouth, is not a good way to start the year.
"Sorry, I was talking to someone else." I replied quickly.
"Were you now? And who might that be?"
"Anyone but you."
"No, anyone but you would be allowed to talk to me." Well, that's defiantly not true, she shouted at one of the 'nerds' just yesterday for merely touching her. Plus, her sentence didn't even maske sense.
"Poor nerd can't even form a sentence to reply." This comment weirdly earned a few laughs from the surrounding audience as Laura just looked smug.
So I just walked away.
I hope this blows over quickly. I've never really been bullied- just ignored. When I was little it was fine, but when the things with my Dad started I dyed my hair darker and darker each month. Then by high school I was the 'emo'. Nobody cared though. Nobody cares now. Not even your own Dad.
I imagined the blade going across my bloodied wrists. Too bad I can't go get it right now. To drown out the laughing.
Just as I was outside Spanish, Jamie walked up to me and greeted me with a hug.
"Come with, after school, 'round Mike's. They all want to see you again and we want you and Vic to meet." Wow, it's hard to change your thoughts that quickly.
"Who's Vic? No, wait wait that's mystery guy I have yet to see, right?"
"Yup, he's gonna be there You'd like him, I think. I think he and Tony should swap appearances to reduce deception, 'cause Tony looks like the type of guy to knock you out for looking too long; When actually he would much rather look at turtle at the zoo. I haven't actually met Vic that many times either and by the way he's seen pics of you. He did react a bit weird, but he said he was just hungry and wow I need to learn to stop talking or I'll end up saying it in Spanish again."
"Wow okay. Um, three questions: how come this Vic guy has seen pictures of me and what do you mean reacted weird? And, er, turtles?"
Finally, after a small debate in Spanish (as in the lesson not the language), I agreed to go with Jaime. That is, on the condition he buys me a donut on the way because I'm missing my guitar lesson and really love donuts.
What an interesting Monday.
After the eternity that is double maths, I finally escaped.
"I need to peeeeeee!" Sang Jamie. "Peeeeeeee. I neeeed to pee."
"Okay, seriously never take vocals for your band."
Jamie made a mocking gasp. "How dare you offend the beautiful talents of musical genius."
We arrived only a tiny but late for Jamie's practise, but he still got an earful and Mike hadn't arrived.
"You are a disgrace to heavy metal time keeping, Hime." Tony scolded.
"Yeah I could get you arrested by the punk police." Said Vic.
"Your family can't really talk, your little brother hasn't made an appearance I see." Jamie replied.
"Yeah, he's meeting some girl in Starbucks but will be here in half an hour." Vic said.
"Okay, one minute, I need to peeeeeeee!" Exclaimed Jamie.
"Down the hall, on the left and bring me a tissue on your way back." Vic stated.