LockDown

Bryce The Asshole

Cecil POV

Kids are relentless, cruel, assholes. They have absolutely no logic in their minescule brains. They pick on the innocent weak and gloryify tormentors. The linebacker of out football team has his picture in the cafeteria hall of fame, yet everyday he shoves me around and calls me a fag.

Does the school do anything? No.

Because he's the star linebacker we cant live without and our tiny Ohio football team would suffer without him and his everlasting wisdomw. I bet the only reason his right arm is so strong is cuz' he spends all day, alone in his room, jerkin' it. Because no girl would ever date him. Just because he can hurl a ball down a feild and score a point for out shitty team in our shitty school in our shitty town, dont mean shit. In 10 years he'll be showing horny teenagers to their seats in a movie theater. No one will know his name.

But everyday that dickhead shoves my head against the locker or Bryce, the point guard for out other shitty sports team will trip me. All the jocks, athletes, valley girls, or anyone who wants to be popular, picks on me.

I guess its easy to pick on me, my gender identity is like strapping a target to my back and handing everyone a .45. Or at least thats what it feels like. My pain is the price for some other kids to belong. Everyone gives me shit.

April 25th, 1998

There was nothing special about today. My mom left for work early and left me a note on the counter next to my lunch.

"Have a great day" pffff. As if.

I stuffed the note in my pocket, it smelled like her cheap perfume.

I climbed onto the big, yellow, metal, death trap and sat up front near the driver at 7:08am.

The bus was quiet until we stopped at Washington Blvd, Bryce Got on and sat down next to me, i was perfectly content listening to my diskman through head set until he squished against me. Spreading his legs out to the max and smashing me into the bus side.

I tried to block him out by turning up the music, Boxcar by Jawbreaker. i couldnt hear it over the sound of Byrce's lips, smacking against each other while he chewed his gum. I was Aggravated and annoyes but i couldnt show it ao i just turned up the music. School couldnt come faster.

At one point in the ride, we came to a sudden stop and my bag hit byrce.

"What the hell dude?" he yelled throwing my backpacl into the ilse, the contents scattered across the bus.

"Sorry" i got up to gran my stuff but he shoved me down, the muscles in his arms bulding.

"I didnt mean anyharm" now i was annoyed, i tried getting up once more but he threw me against the bus wall and punched me in the nose.

A wall of kids began to form on the bus around us, watching, chanting "Fight" over and over.

Byrce slapped me and pinned me against the wall.

"This is what you get faggot" He gritted his teeth and punched me in the jaw.

Pain surged up my face, filling my veins, burning.

Byrce slammed my face into the wall.

My lip puffed and began to bleed, i could feel hot blood drip down my chin and lip.

The bus halted and i grabbed my bag, collecting the contents and sprinting off the bus.

I ran away from the school. I ran down the street, my bag beating ryhmically against my hip.

I'm never going back ever