Divergent Middle School

Knight in Shining Leather

"What you going to do about it?" Jonas spits. "Dude," this guy likes to say 'dude' a lot. "Im the type of guy that sticks up for whats right." I can't tell this guy's emotion, the darkness con-caved us. "So your a wimp?" Jonas jokes slurring his words every single one.

A low chuckle comes from the teen "Oh, I don't think so.". "Tris.... Your....hurting my arm." Chris tries to pry her arm from my hand that was to tight to even let blood flow through. A groan comes from one of the boys, not sure how to identify which. The little girl comes running toward us. "What's happening?" Curiosity wells her eyes. "He," I nod toward the silhouette of the teenager "he is a good guy.".

The two silhouettes had stopped battling when sirens boomed the neighborhood. Oh no, Jonas is going to be caught, he kinda deserves to in trouble. He made me feel weak, made me feel pain. My childhood friend had abused me.

The colors of red and blue flashed repeatedly. "Bea, be a good girl and come with me!" He basically demands. "Please, come with me, he'll get you in trouble and he'll have the upper hand of your relationship he'll abuse you and..." he trails off. "Don't listen too him!" Jonas shouts, I then notice his left eye is closed.

I nod at the boy, who takes my hand. The warmth reassures me. My hair is tugged on pulling toward the ground. "Ah!" I shriek. I look up to see Jonas holding a broken glass. His hand quick slices over my hair. My head hits the pavement shooting pain waves through my entire body. "Ouch." I mutter. My head feels lighter, my blonde locks been chopped. My body felt lighter when the teen was picking me up bridal style, Christina holds my head from dangling. Jonas grunts and stomps away echoing. The little girl speeds behind us. The door closes right when the cops pull up.

I get set onto a comfortable couch, Chris sits by my feet. "You okay?" He asks, I nod my head. "I look up at him, "Whats your name?". "Floyd." He smiles a sheepish grin showing some dimples. Is he embarrassed by his name? I straighten up "My name is," I pause, I have to many names, which should I say? "Beatrice." I struggle saying, only my parents, brother and teachers call me by my name. "Christina." she says blandly observing the scene. I wince when my head begins to throb. Floyd had notice cause he got up and headed toward a room. coming out with two tablets of Advil. I give a look to him. "Right, water." I walks to the kitchen, but thats not it. What if this is not real Advil? What if this a drug I can't be drugged then end up who-knows-where. My imagination is chaotic. I sigh take the advil and swallow them down.

"Why did you stick up for us?" Chris ask breaking the silence. "Like I said earlier, Im the kind of guy that sticks up for what's right." He says staring down the t.v. as it counts from 50. "Your hair looks weird." The little girl points out. A mirror, I need to look at my choppy hair. I stand up quickly sending a pang of pain, but I ignore it. I speed toward a mirror that is closes to me. The bathroom is the only on, I switch the lights. Im stunned, my hair is sideways one side longer than the other. I need to fix this, a pixie cut is going to do. No not now, professionally, duh.

I sigh and head back to the couch, plop down sending another wave of pain through my body. The T.V. Is on and the time reads 2:39 A.M. I need rest. I lay my head on a soft pillow and drift to sleeping

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I wake up earlier than I expected. I open my phone to see a text from my mom and it reads "Be there in 5 minutes. I check the time when she sent this, 7:48. Oh gosh, "Chris wake up!" I whisper shout in her ear. She jerks awake. She pulls her heels on and jacket I do the same. I find paper and write "Thanks our Night in shining leather. Adding a smiley face." I walk out the door with Chris trailing behind me.

After a few seconds my mom pulls up. Yes get me away from this h3ll. Mom spills the questions on me.

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Boys are complicated. UGH UGH UGH *Sighs* If only Floyd was real and looked exactly like OMG NO BRAINFART...... What is his name Lo-? Log! Logan Lermen!

Reasons why boys are complicated is because of this;

So I was at school, and this friend of mine...lets call him, Max, So Max is moody and he is getting on MY nerves and was just hurting my feelings. Max had seen me cry but it was because of P.E. And getting ball- No, Just no, Getting hurt. so I didn't want to see him feel guilty, I had my other way, be pissed at him, or so I guess. But my friends intervened, lets call them My "Helpers" So one of My "Helpers" weren't so helpful and went to kick him even though I insisted that's she shouldn't.

To make long story short, the reason why he was pissed is because he thought that I was cute but he didn't want to think of me that way. So what Max called it he got his Meroid. Man period. which I think was hilarious. off track, sorry that why he got moody.

Gwad boyz can be totes annoying, soz can galz. 😂

Any advice on boys? Any one else had experienced this crazy thing?

So sorry about my rant but its midnight and I'm plain BORED!! Byez