Something Snapped

Chapter 1

This has got to be possibly the WORST school year in my life, a new, WEIRD kid moved in, and all of a sudden, you push them into lockers, dump trash on them, and call them ugly, revolting names just because he wears black and stays quiet listening to music. Just because he walks down the halls with a scowl, thinking of his life and the people in it, people think he is a freak just because of how he acts.

"Move out of the way, geek!" Someone calls out. I look over to see a boy getting shoved out of the way. I said nothing. It was none of my business. Though, one thing, I thought this type of stuff only happened in the movies. Guess I was wrong. I sigh and move on. I could care less about some random kid getting bullied.

Walking down the hall, I stared at my feet until I bumped into someone. I looked up. "Hey, Toilet!" I ignored him and tried to get by. "Uh-uh-uh, not so fast. Where do you think you're going?"
"Class," I state. He smirked evilly.
"No, you aren't."
"Yes, I am!" I shove him out of the way. He pushed me back, and I fell to the floor. When I made contact, I grunted while all the other kids laughed. I rolled my eyes and got up. "Whatever," I mumble, walking away. When I arrived in my classroom, I immediately took a seat in the back. "Brooker Dunn! Nice to see you." My teacher says. He's not very important; he only teaches Science.

I ignored him and put headphones in. "Stupid" by Oleander is blasting. I want to be out of here already, and I hope I don't get called on. That would be hell, just like my life. Anyways, time to nap. I close my eyes and felt my head get heavy.

"Brooker... BROOKER!" I hear, and my eyes snap open. I take an earbud out. "Hm?"
"Can you tell me what the answer to this is?" I stared at the board; I couldn't understand jack shit about what was written on there.
"Uh..."
"Come on, Toilet! Can't figure out the answer?" Todd said.
"Shut up!"
The class laughed at me, and I slumped in my seat. I looked down and put my earbud back in. FUCK. THIS. I don't get why I had to move schools because of a stupid expelling. Maybe it's because I got expelled THREE times, but it wasn't my fault! They were dickheads, MAJOR dickheads. I sighed and doodled in my notebook, just some random shit.

Class ended shortly after, and finally, freedom from this class. I got up and grabbed my bag. I had to piss badly—time to go to the bathroom. When I walked out, I walked straight to the bathroom. Little did I know I was being followed. I heard footsteps approaching as well as the squeaking of tennis shoes. "Hey, Toilet, nice to see you here. Care to meet your brothers?"
"No," I said.
He held my shoulder, "Come on, why not?" He chuckled. I snarled at him. He laughed along with his friends. They grabbed me and pulled me into a stall. "Let me go!" I thrashed in their grasp as I was violently spun around and forced to my knees. My head was dunked into the toilet; I held my breath and closed my eyes. Luckily my earbuds fell out; those were expensive.

I pulled my head up out of the toilet, gasping for air. High-fiving and laughing could be heard leaving the bathroom. I hate those guys so very much. I stood up and dried my face off. I don't even have to pee anymore. I grabbed my shit and left. "Brooker, are you okay?" The principal asked.
"Yeah, just peachy."
"You know, you should stick up for yourself."
"I know, I try. They won't listen."
He pats my shoulder and left to go, who knows where. I just sighed. The next class was Geometry. The Geometry teacher is a prick. I walked down the hall to the classroom, my hair still wet. Yuck. "Youth of the Nation" played in my ears. What an exciting song.
I entered the classroom, "Brooker. No music in class, remember?"
"Right."
I took my iPod out and paused the music. I took my earbuds out, too, and put both into my bag. Great, more suffering.

Class ended, and luckily nothing bad happened. I walked to my locker as I heard whispering, "I heard that he got expelled because he threatened to bomb his old school!"
"Well, I heard he moved because he killed someone there!"
None of those were true. These are just some stupid rumors by random people who don't know who I am. I open my locker and put my things away. I have independent studies. I hear a person clear their throat behind me, great another-
"Hi, you're Brooker, right?"
My face contorts. "Yeah, who's asking?"
"My name is Cleo. I'm in charge of the yearbook committee, and I was wondering if you'd want to join?" She was holding a paper.
"What's in it for me?"
"Well... You could probably get a better reputation by being there!"
She was pretty... "Sure."
"Great! The first meeting is on Friday!"
I nod, and she walks off. Maybe this isn't a bad idea.