The bell at Perry High rang, prompting ever 10th grader to jump up from their seats and rush into the traffic jam of between-period madness. As I rushed by to science with my huge pile of books, I could hear the snickers and crude remarks trail behind me. One girl in particular stopped me in my tracks. Leanne Johnson had decided to pay me a visit. "Oh, great," I mumbled as I ducked to avoid her towering frame. But her hand grasping my hair stopped me flat. "Where do you think you're going, jerk?" she snarled, tightening her grip. "Ow. That really hurts," I thought. I hoped she wouldn't do anything too bad to me this time. Leanne and her punks slammed me against a locker, then turned and left. I held my mouth shut in frightened silence, hoping her back would stay turned. It did.
Holding my head, I ran to Science class with Ms. Hendricks, welcoming the security the room brought. We plunged into the rich science of genetics, hereditary traits, and Punnet squares. I was lost in my science world until the bell rang. I fought through the surge of people and got to my locker without getting punishment from my "favorite" bullies. I groaned when I saw my locker door because it was covered in hate notes from my many admirers. I gave another louder groan because it was now lunch time, the perfect time to get targeted.
I got my usual lunch of orange juice, cheesy mozzarella sticks in marinara, cantaloupe, and a lime cherry icy cup. I opened my novel and started to read, occasionally stopping to take a bite of my nutritious serving. The sound of heavy footsteps approaching my secluded table made me look up from the enticing chapter. Cooper Jareds, a 14 year-old who was supposed to be in 9th grade, was stomping up to my table. "You know what, I think I'm going to sit right here." Cooper called to his gang, pointing at my seat. "There's no one there, after all." The boys all chuckled. He came over and tried to sit right on top of me. Enraged, I drew back a fist, and with my discus-built muscles, I slammed Cooper hard in the back of a chest. The blow threw him off my lap and slammed him on the ground. "Oh my gosh! I'm so scared of you, you little wimp." I said. I regretted the words as soon as they escaped my mouth- and even more so when I felt a fist slam into my head.
I felt woozy. Everything was spinning. My head gave a sharp throb, then one even more painful. "Great. Now I have two head injuries." Those were my last thoughts before everything gave a sharp jerk, and faded to black.
YOU ARE READING
Love You Forever
Romance15 year old Kaitlin Pearson is the nobody of the school. Pushed around and bullied every day, she really wishes she was home schooled. But since her life got a little more interesting a couple days ago, she hopes it will be a new story for her.
