This Is Me

Dudette

I'm Aaron. I am a girl. I am in very good shape for a 14-year-old. All of the kids at school don't like me. Do you not believe me? Just watch. I'll prove it to you.

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Do...doo...doo.

The bell musical bell goes off, signaling the end of the day. Signaling the beginning of my true torture.

I try to avoid eye contact with anyone. My classmates are like chimpanzees. They take eye contact as a challenge. One glance, and you're already digging you're own grave.

I slide my books and binder into my black backpack, and keep my eyes on what I am doing. I sling my backpack over my right shoulder, and stand up, like no one is watching me. Which they are. They're waiting for me to do something stupid. Like trip, or drop something. If I don't do anything for them to laugh at, they'll make me.

I'm very stubborn with this, though. I will not purposely trip, or drop something. Not if it's just to satisfy them. Like, would you punch yourself in the face, just so a gorilla will take it as a game, and punch you anyway? Ah, no.

So, when the class clown, who just so happens to play football, sticks his foot out to trip me, I say, "Not today, Jason." Then I hop over his ankle at the last second. I can be bullied, but they can't get through the rusty metal that protects me.

There's only one way to, I think. You have to find the door. The one that is bolted shut. You have to slowly unscrew those bolts; take them out gradually, before I change my mind and shove them back in.

I walk out of the classroom quickly before he can catch up with me, I wish didn't wear my bright, neon orange shirt today. Jason spots me without a problem, and I make the mistake of looking back. He finds my eyes, and glares at me. Then he speeds up his pace to catch up.

In my head I'm thinking, Ha, I can run, and you won't catch me. Because you're to fat! Ha! But on the outside, I'm probably red with anger and trembling, trying to hold in my frustration. I tense my leg muscles- which I didn't think was possible, considering how muscular and hard they were - and start jogging.

I burst out of the school's front doors, and think I've finally lost him. Yes, yes, I thought wrong. Now go ahead and say I told you so. Blah, blah, blah. Whatever.

Anyway, while I was busy doing my happy dance in my head, Jason is walking up behind me quietly. He grabs the back of my softball jersey. ( A real one that just so happens to be mine, from last season FYI. ) I imagine myself smacking my forehead, which I cannot do now. Duh, thank you for stating the the obvious, Aaron.

He snorts, at me, then drags me across the street, and into an alley. There are a lot in the city of Atlanta, where I live. I live in Atlanta, Georgia, United States of America. Dude, I just recited where I live. I need to get away from my mom more often. USA, North America, Earth, Solar System, Milky Way Galaxy. Then somewhere where nobody knows.

Noooooobodyyy knowwwws. That commercial, get it? Anyone? No? Okay. Fine, party-poopers.

Anyway, back to my life.

He pushes me against the cold, stone wall.

"Did you think you could get away with that attitude? Huh, Aaron?"
" I knew I could," I scoff. He punches me.
" How'd that feel?"
"Weak." Another blow.
"If you knew you could make it away from, me then why didn't you make it out?" he asks, smirking
" I don't have anything else to do that anymore interesting. Oh wait, yeah, I just remembered, watching grass grow." I spit the blood in my mouth at his face. I recoils from the feel of blood on his face. I punch him twice in the shoulder.
"Two for the flinch," I say smugly.
"Dude!" he says, raising his voice.
"Dudette," I correct, and slip under his arm, running like a maniac, which I am.