The next day I was dreading. Mitchs cold stare was burnt into my mind. I didnt mean to. All these thoughts crowded my mind as I eventually fell asleep. Morning time came quickly. I got dressed and went into the bathroom. Now, wheres my razor blade? I found it buried under a pack of toilet rolls, and pulled it out. I sighed and stuffed it into my pocket. I might need it. I snuck downstairs and made myself some cereal. "Tyler!" Max shouted. "Im here!" I yelled back, hoping he wasnt having a hangover. I sighed in relef to see he was fine. Well, as fine as drunk people can get. "Tyler, make breakfast now!" He ordered. I nodded and set to work. After that, I grabbed my bag and coat and sprinted out. I was late, but hopefully I could still catch the bus. Thankfully, I got there in the nick of time. There was an enpty seat at the back. It was quieter back there. I heard whispers and looked around, then froze. Mitch had the same reaction. Shit. He kept his eyes fixed on me, glaring. Then the other guy, Jerome, I think, looked at me aswell and began to glare. I turned away and the whispers continued. I tried my best to ignore them.
TimeSkip of sorries for not updating!
Ms Milles class was as equally boring as the rest. I walked out with Christa and the others to lunch, which was also full of stupid gossip. I sighed deeply. "Hey, whats my next class?" I asked. I mean, it was only my second day after all. Jade looked at me. "Eh, gym I think." She told me, her mouth half full of food. Damn. "I dont have a gym kit yet." Christa put down her sandwich. "Its ok. Im sure they'll let you off." I nodded. I binned the wrappers of my lunch and jogged to the changing room. I was putting my bag in a locker when suddenly I heard something. A whimper. I shut my locker. There it was again. I frowned. I went in search of the culprit. More like the victim. Three boys had Jerome backed up into a corner. Jerome looked terrified. "Stop, please!" He begged. One of the boys laughed. "Ooh! And what if we dont? Gonna get your boyfriend to beat us up?" The trio laughed and began to punch the kid. My frown deepened and I stepped behind the group, clearing my throat. "What do you want, asshole?" They asked, before they turned. When they saw who it was, I swear the trio paled slightly. "Uh, Tyler. Hi." The middle guy said. I crossed my arms. "What do think your doing, huh?!" I
asked angrily. The trio looked embarrassed. "Uh, nothing Tyler,sorry." They rushed out. I offered my hand out to help Jerome up. He took it, then asked me a question. "Why did you do that?" I shrugged. "I dont like bullying." I replied simply. "Oh." Jerome said, before rubbing his arm. "Are you ok?" He nodded. "Ya, im fine. Eh, thanks, I guess." I smiled. "Your welcome." I rushed out to the gymnasium. The Coach, Mr Freeman, was splitting people into groups. "Ah, Tyler! We were getting worried." I smiled politely. "Ok, heres the groups one more time." He was interuppted when Jerome ran in. "Sorry im late, Coach." Mr Freeman nodded at Jerome, who took his place beside Mitch. "Now, these are your teams. Mitch, Jerome, Mike, Ben, Clara, and Tyler." I saw a guy in a checkered top and glasses skooch over. "No, wrong Tyler. Tyler Ellis." The other Tyler slumped and went back. I walked over to where Mitch and Jerome were standing. "Ok, the other team is, Adam, Tyler, Ray, Felix, Jordan, and Leah." There were a few groans as the people walked to find their teams. "Okay! So todays game is.... Basketball!" Coach announced after everyone was sorted. This time, whoops were heard. "Choose your captains!" I turned to look at my teammates to find they were looking at me. "What?" I asked. Then it dawned on me. "Oh." A boy who I assumed was Ben put into words exactly what I was thinking. "Tylers our captain!" I sighed again. I didnt want to be the stupid captain. Without me noticing, the Coach blew the whistle. "Come on, captain!" Ben shouted. I jumped up, then noticing that the game had started.
A half timeskip because im tired.
Mitch had the ball and was dribbling it skillfully down the field. The score was 2 all. We only had a half a minute left. Mitch snd Jerome were passing the ball to eachother. Jerome got the ball but was tackled. I ran over to help. The other team got the ball, but Mitch took it again. I stood by the hoop, catching my breath. Meanwhile, Mitch was about to pass it to Jerome, when suddenly Jerome was pushed back by someone, and then that person took his place. Mitch had no-one to pass to. Oh no. Mitch then looked at me. And threw the ball at my face. I grabbed the ball and threw it into the hoop. We won. A massive cheer rang out as Ben and Mike picked me up and paraded me round the gym. "Nice shot!" Ben said. Then the bell rang and I was lowered to the ground. That was awkward. But not as awkward as art class.
There! I updated at long last. Sorry if this chapters crap but its late and im tired. I tried to make the chapter as long as possible, and kinda lost myself. So yeah. Bai!
