After break, the day felt as if it was moving faster than normal. School had its usual routine, even on my first day. The group of girls approached me a few times and I had a few people ask me questions about the locker. It was like they all had nothing better to do than to worry about a stupid locker.
I found my way home without taking the bus as I knew the bus would be crowded and uncomfortable. As I approached my street, I noticed Nixon standing outside his house talking to someone. The person looked very much like someone you wouldn't get involved with. He wasn't tall, nor short and wore grey, baggy sweatpants and a plain, blue shirt.
"Just back off OK?" Nixon snapped.
The guy pushed Nixon and he stumbled backwards. "Next time, I suggest you think before you talk."
I stood back and watched the scene get heated.
"Can't handle the truth?" Nixon hissed at him.
Suddenly, the guy launched himself at Nixon and pushed him up against the wall.
Something triggered in my head and I threw my bag into my front garden and legged over to them. "Hey!!" I yelled.
"Alison, go home." Nixon struggled to tell me.
The guy forced Nixon harder at the wall and the sound of Nixon's bones crushing, filled the air.
"Get off him!!" I screamed at the guy and began to hit him in the back.
He pulled away from Nixon and faced me. He looked me up and down, then smiled devilishly.
I back away realising that I had just put myself into a situation that wouldn't be easy to get out of.
"What do we have here?" The guy said sounding as if he'd just hit the jackpot.
"Leave her alone!" Nixon pushed the guy away from me and punched him in the face.
The guy fell to the floor and Nixon kicked him in the ribs making sure there was pain.
"Stop!" I told Nixon. Though this guy wasn't good, it still didn't seem right that he was getting beat up himself.
Nixon did as I said and stopped kicking the guy in the ribs. "Go." He told him.
The guy quickly shot up from the floor whilst hunching over and legged it down the street.
"Are you OK?" Nixon asked me.
"Yeah." I said trying to come back to my senses. "You?"
Nixon mumbled something which I couldn't work out and walked into his house.
"Wait?" I called to him to prevent him from closing the door in my face.
He stopped and looked at me, but something looked as if it was bothering him. He grabbed each side of the doorway and began to breathe heavily.
"Are you OK?" I asked worried.
He shook his head in a panic. "MUM!!" He yelled.
I rushed over to him and took his hands from the sides of the doorway and guided him indoors.
Tessa came rushing out of the kitchen and immediately tended to Nixon. "What is it?!" She asked in a panic as if she knew instantly that something was wrong.
"Can't breathe!" Nixon struggled to say as he bent over himself trying to hold himself together.
"Just stay calm." Tessa told Nixon calmly. "I'll call an ambulance. Just don't hunch over." She ran out of the hall and into the kitchen.
"Sit up, Nixon." I told him trying not to sound bossy.
"I can't." He continued to clutch his diaphragm and bend over himself.
"You have to." I gently took his hand from his side and encouraged him to sit up.
He howled in pain.
"I'm sorry." I said feeling guilty.
Soon an ambulance arrived. I was told to go home and wait for Tessa to call.
I sat on the couch tapping my foot and looking around the room like some crazed lunatic.
The phone suddenly rang and I threw myself at it and picked it up. "Hello?" I answered.
"It's Tessa. I just wanted to let you know that Nixon is OK and can't thank you enough for helping." Tessa spoke through the phone.
"No problem and I'm glad he's OK." I said feeling relieved to know that it was nothing serious.
"But do you think you could explain the cracked ribs?" She asked me curiously.
"I saw someone push him up against a wall. Nixon punched him in the end and got rid of him." I told her straight.
"Oh right. That might explain a lot of it then." She said.
"Yeah. Um, I really hate to sound nosy but, today I got curious and asked Nixon why he stopped boarding and he told me that he's not allowed to due to strict instructions. It's been buzzing in my head all afternoon and I got curious as to whether things are OK." I said.
"Nixon's ill." Tessa told me straight.
"Ill?" I asked curiously.
"Yes." She said.
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Teen Fiction"Something happened to me recently; something not quite expected. It's a long story but it's also an interesting one." Alison Brown has lived a perfectly normal life, right up until she moves from her childhood home to a town in Yorkshire. With the...
