The Plant

Saving someone

The day after I was still pondering about the Halloween party. It was so exciting. I wonder how it will be. How everyone will look. What food we're going to eat. What we are going to do. Everything. I had been thinking about it in between each school subject until lunch. We all gathered together to eat and talk. The whole class seemed to be invited. So this time the whole class sat around the classroom discussing outfits and food and laughing. They talked about all types of monsters and scary beings. Someone mentioned movies, some that I had seen and many that I hadn't seen. One that made me sure of who to dress like. They held up a magazine with different costumes available in the store.
"I want to be her" I suddenly said and pointed to the picture. I was surprised by my own comment. But what's said is said.
"Oh." ____ seemed to get positively surprised by my choice but I didn't know why.
"Huh? Is there something wrong with me wearing this?" I asked him. Many of them turned to look as they all was wondering if he was against what I chose. Particularly some girls who didn't want anyone meddling with their choice of outfits.
"No. It's the opposite. It's good." As soon as that was said they all let it go and went on chatting about other stuff.
I felt sympathy towards him. I could have created a mob of angry sensitive people here. Making him the one to blame.
To me it was just a question because I was curious. I don't want to go assume stuff that isn't true. But those people just jumped on the worst conclusion without a second thought. It scared me. So this is why I don't really fit in with the popular. And their expectations of other people. The popular guy seemed nicer than his followers for some reason. It struck me that they must be the ones with highest expectations because they tried too hard to get his attention even though they could just be themselves all along. Because he didn't seem to care or worry about things like that as he was at the top already. Just a person that the followers made special.

"I'm sorry. They just misunderstood I guess" I said to him.
"I know. Don't worry about it."
He knows already. Maybe he just found out the same as me. Maybe I'm the one realizing this later than him.
I smiled and went to the classroom door for a toilet trip. But as I opened the door I saw the bullies and a girl pressed up into a corner. As I tried to read the situation I saw that she had on a skirt to look nice and that the bullies tried to take advantage of that.
My feet moved on their own and soon I was standing there yelling angrily at them. I was so angry I felt fearless. They should fear me instead when I'm angry.
But they just looked at me and laughed.
"So you're the next, huh?"
I kicked at him but that only made him angry and he took my foot at the next kick so I fell to the floor. The second after I saw an upside down image of the class standing there staring. Not sure if they dared to get involved. And above me was _____ slamming them away with his plants. All this from a frogs perspective. It happened so fast I couldn't do anything other than laying there. The bullies ran away as soon as they could get back on their feet again.
"Are you okay?" He asked both of us one at the time. The girl who was pressed against the wall was now sitting straight on the floor. She looked up at him and said "thanks". He dragged her up on her feet first. Then he went to me and did the same. Except I was so dizzy by the blood rush after falling that he had to lift me up carefully before I was able to stand on my feet. Even afterwards I was about to fall. So I needed support for a while. The other girl helped me too.
"Thank you!" But you're the victim. Why are you helping me? I was the one first trying to rescue you.

When we came walking towards the classroom again they all cheered and clapped as if this was a show that we had won. I see. So this is how they react. As they couldn't find out what to do in a situation with bullying they chose to at least cheer at the ones who threw themselves into battle to save the victim. The girl was still with us with a grateful smile and almost sparkling eyes at the hero. Namely _____. I looked at him proudly. What should I do without him close by.