losers- freddy freeman

Freddy freeman

 Jeez.. The people here already seem crazy. By this time, the corridors were filling up, so I checked my watch. I had 10 minutes until my lesson.

I looked up and saw everyone opening their lockers. I opened the folder and found a paper. "Locker information," the paper read. There was a key in the white envelope beside it. "43," I said to myself. I walked down the long hallway. I got a few stares on the way. But I don't blame people; I am new after all. I was in the 40s section, and soon enough, I noticed the locker. I opened it up and pulled the backpack off my back. I didn't have much to put in my locker yet, but I decided to put the folder in there and keep my timetable with me.

I closed the locker and turned around. As soon as I took a step out, my arm crashed into something. I looked up instantly to see a pair of brown eyes staring down at me. "Oh! I'm so sorry," the boy limped back from me. "Are you okay?" He asked frantically. "Yeah! I'm fine. Are you  OK?"I smiled. "Yuup," the boy nodded. I examined the short, curly-haired boy. He had a crutch he held in his left hand.

"Oh, uh, actually! Do you know where this is?" I held my timetable out to him. "Oh! Mrs. Snyders," his voice cracked mid-sentence. "Yeah, absolutely," he said, deepening his voice, obviously embarrassed. "Is what I meant to say, voice crack?" he shook his head and gestured towards his mouth. "Oh, no, no worries! If I make you feel any better, it's nothing compared to the amount that you're blushing right now," I teased. "Oh, I blush when I'm confident," he said, raising his head as a grin formed on his face. I laughed at his stupidity.

"There she is." I hear a voice come from behind the boy. Two boys approached, pushing the boy I had just spoken to behind them. They both had short brown or black curly hair and were dressed in leather jackets. I could tell instantly what their social status in the school was. Douche bags. "New girl! First period..." He smirked. "I'm Brett; this is Burt!" I nodded my head awkwardly as I slowly backed away.
"Listen, if you need anything at all, we are your guys," he grinned.

The boy with the crutch still stood behind them in the middle. The height difference was quite ironic. The boy stepped forward, now in front of the two boys. "Brett and Bert buyers, They got it all! What is it? narrcaaistic personality disorder, chlamydia. They got it! Plenty of it to go around too." I couldn't help but laugh at his joke. Who was this kid? The first boy, Brett, turned and put his arm around the short boy, pulling him towards him.

"This! Is thundercracks making a wish, kid? The fan boy here thinks he's a big boy now," Brett snickered. "He doesn't know where he belongs." Bert teased as he looked at the trash can that was nearby. "Sure, I do!" The short boy looked over at the trash can the two boys were headed towards. "I don't belong in that trash can! I'll smell like human garbage. That's your brand, guys!" The boy exclaimed I laughed once again at the boy joke. Before I could react. Brett held his fist and punched the short boy in the stomach, causing him to go toppling to the ground. I shreeked at the scene. "Down goes freeman," Bert joked as the crutch fell on top of the boy's head.

Brett reached down and grabbed the crutch. "Hey, look!" Brett held his leg in the air and pulled the crutch across his knee, causing it to bend. "Now I'm a superhero," Brett held his head up high, and Bert snickered after.

I heard footsteps behind me enter the scene. It was a teacher, a man. He started clearing his throat to get the boys attention. "What is this thing doing here?" Brett pulled the bin aside, revealing the short-boy lead on the ground. "Get up, man! What are you doing?" Bert helped the boy up. His act seemed real. Why was he so damn good at it? He should get in trouble for this! "Probably going to want to get this fixed," Brett said, handing the bent crutch to Jack. "Yeah, probably why he fell!" Bert shook his head.

"Bye, new girl." Brett tapped my shoulder as the two boys continued down the hall. The short boy, still bent over, grabbed the teacher's hand. "Jeez, thanks, Mr. ---," the boy smiled. "Don't sweat it," the teacher grinned. "That trash can was like a second home to me when I went here," the teacher gestured towards the scene. The boy smiled in response. The teacher nodded his head and walked down the hall. The boy hopped over to some nearby lockers to steady his balance. "Hey," I called. "You knew those guys were going to hit you, but you stepped in anyway," I said.

The boy held his crutch up to the open locker and bent it back into shape. He was surprisingly strong, or maybe the metal on his crutch had weakened. I wouldn't be shocked if he told me they had done it before. "You wanna know something? Thats how I amuse myself!" He replied. "The funnier I am, the more I get punched. I laughed in response. He put his crutch back on the ground and leaned into it. It wasn't fully straightened, but it could be worse.

"Well, it made me laugh," I stuttered. His face lit up in response. I walked towards him. "So..." I paused. "Hero," I said, tapping his chest with my pointer finger. I backed away from him and started walking down the hall. I turned when I didn't hear following footsteps. I span around. "So, you going to walk me to class or what?" I teased. "W-walk you to class? No, why would I want to do that?" he murmured. "YES!" He exclaimed as he hopped towards me. "Thanks!" I grinned. As he stood next to me, "So, from the top. What.. is thundercracks making a wish, kid?" I looked at his face to see his response. He laughed. "Hah, well, basically, a while ago I happened to have some lunch in the cafeteria with a few superheroes," he smiled. This was him! I saw this on the news all the way in Virginia. "Wait, the kid who's friends with superheroes—that was you?" I asked. He admired the shock on my face as we stopped in front of the classroom. "Yeah!" he said, raising his eyebrows. "And they are still dicks to you?" I said it in a confused tone. "Sadly, just because you know someone cool, It doesn't really make you cool," he sighed. "You seem pretty cool to me," I smirked.

I turned to enter my class. "FREDDY!" he shouted. Making me jump and turn back around. "Is my name? Sorry, that was weird and loud," he murmured. "I am freddy, he said. In a normal voice." He smiled. "I'm Y/N," I grinned as I once again made my way to class. I entered the classroom to a whole lotta staires. But I didn't care; all I could think about was my chat with Freddy. So much had already happened, and I just got here! I turned to the teacher.