For You I'll Be Superhuman

Chapter 4

Aevri's POV:

LUNCH TIME

"Hey Aevri, over here!", Chris waved me over to a table just in the corner of the large cafeteria. I walked over to him with my tray of food and sat opposite him. It was disturbing though, sitting there. It was the table nearest to the trash bins, but i didn't complain. As i sat down, Chris stared at me as if he was surprised at something.

"You look..fine", he muttered. I was confused, "Um..thank you?".

He craned his neck and leaned closer atop the table and looked at my clothes. "Your clothes are clean, and dry and your hair isn't a mess. Well, not that much anyway. Don't you find that strange?" he asked.

It took me a minute to figure out what he was trying to tell me. He was right. Usually, by this time, i should already be either soaked in dirty pool water or covered in rotten tomatoes. I've been the school's prank target ever since i got here, and that was two years ago. Finally,i thought, my luck was changing. "Wow," i said aloud, astounded by how amazing it felt to not be the center of humiliation anymore. "See?" Chris cheered, "your luck is changing and this year is going to be different and better." And for a moment there, i didn't seem like a huge loser to myself anymore.

"The school's still buzzing about that famous boy band,you know.Nobody's seen them yet", Chris was in the mood to talk, i let him be and just listened. "That's why the cafeteria's packed today.They're all just waiting for them to burst into those double doors and make a grand entrance". Everything was going smoothly. Chris was excited about this famous boy band attending school and I was excited about this year. It felt nice to not be bullied and thrown disgusting food at as I walk in the cafeteria. Somehow, a little positivity rubbed on me and it was the rarerest feeling. I thought for a split second that life in DAMA would finally seem and feel better now.

But just when i thought my life was finally going to change.... SPLAT!!!

White sticky cream was poured on top of me.

I tried wiping some off my eyes but it seemed like they poured me gallons of yogurt over and over again. I shut my eyes to avoid the yogurt from stinging them.

"Get away from her!", i heard Chris yell. But then he was held back by other people, jocks maybe. "Let go of me you idiot!" he shouted. I tried standing up, but when i did, i felt a hand push me hard by the arm and I fell on the floor w/ a thud. More yogurt. Ugh. This was going to be hard to take off. Laughter started echoing in my head, chatters rang in my ear.

I stood up again, which i shouldn't have done .....WAM!!

I hit the floor hard again, back first & i curled like a fetus in pain. i could barely move a muscle now. I rolIed over once to try and get back up again, then I felt something stickier than yogurt being poured on top of me now.. it was honey.

There i was, curled up on the floor, completely defenseless.I tried shutting them out, but familiar voices always rose up.

"What a loser!"

"That's what you get for cheating your way in to the academy!"

"What a complete dork!"

"Moron!"

"Charity Case!"

Right. This is what i get for being different. I get bullied by everyone and they treat me like some poor helpless animal. I couldn't move anymore. I could hear Chris' voice trying to come to my rescue but he couldn't. As if it wasn't enough, someone kicked me by the shin. Another kicked me hard by my shoulders. I was starting to feel numb. The pain was overwhelming. All I could do was shut my eyes and cover my ears as they threw more disgusting things at me. I curled up on the floor. Even my tears wouldn't come out anymore. I was probably gonna pass out any time soon because the yogurt and honey started clogging up my nose. I didn't want to open my mouth. I couldn't breathe properly.

Then all of a sudden, the cafeteria room fell silent as the double doors flew open. Murmurs filled the room, "It's the Dean." someone gasped.

It was getting harder to breathe.

"Oh My gosh. It's them," someone whispered. 

"Security, escort the rest of the students to their classrooms immediately," ordered Dean Clinton, his voice tinted with anger but still w/ poise. I've always admired that about him. Footsteps echoed the room now and i felt at least two people come near me to help me up.

"Poor girl," i heard one of them say, as the other carried me in his arms.

"Sir, that's my best friend back there.I need to help her", i heard Chris say from afar. "You have my word, Mr. Tyler, that you will be able to see your friend later. Right now, we have to bring her to the clinic." "But Sir," Chris tried to reason, but the Dean cut him off, "Do as you are told. Trust she is in safe hands", Dean Clinton reassured him.

The double doors opened and closed again. I heard footsteps come near us, my eyes still shut. "I hope in the future, I don't see any from the 5 of you be part in any of this. Am i understood?" the Dean always had that powerful voice that came along with his powerful physique. They didn't answer aloud, they must've just nodded. "Right then," continued the dean, "I still have a lot of scolding to do.Try and wash her up in the shower room nearest to the cafeteria. And after that, take her to the nurse." "Yes,Sir" one of them answered, his voice deep and quite soothing to the ear. Somehow, or probably i just imagined it, it seemed like i heard his voice before. It sounded so familiar.