Irregular bullies (discontinued.)

A cat. A squid. And a bear.

Stampy's POV
I walk through the new halls of a new school. New people. New teachers. New clubs. New everything. I wish lion maker came to this school, he left the area two years ago and we can rarely get in touch. I wish all my friends moved with me.

"Hey look. A cat!"

"Ooh! He looks new."

My ears automatically went down and I weakly hid against the lockers. "And new bullies." I thought.

They walked up to me and shoved me even farther Against the lockers. I fell down to the floor and they begin to kick me.

"What're you guys doin'?" I hear a voice. The kicking stops. I was too scared to look.

"O-oh h-hey squid."

"You didn't answer me. What are you guys doing?" The second sentence sounded scary.

"W-we found this new kid and we thought-"

"You thought I'd be a good idea to show him how this school works? The new and lower-class gets beat up by the old and higher-ups?"

"Y-yeah! That's it!"

"Well that's not! How this school works." Scary!

"A-ah! W-well we need t-to go to class. Bye!" They ran off, I could hear their footsteps.

"You can open your eyes up now." I heard the guy say nicely. I open my eyes to see a boy with blue hair and squid mouth headphones.

"Here, stand up." He helps me stand up and I notice that I'm shorter then him by a few inches. Normal, I'm always the shortest one, but I guess he's short too.

"Names squid! What about you?" He says cheerfully with a happy smile.

"S-stampy." My ears are still a bit down.

"Well stamps! Welcome to trail wood high! What's your first class?"

"Social studies."

"Ah! Same 'ere. Follow me!"

"O-okay." I calmed down a bit but I was still worried. "At least I have a friend already." I thought.

"'Ere we go! Social studies." we walk in and I take a seat next to squid. "So what's your schedule?"

"Well. First hour I have social Studies. Second I have math. Third science. Fourth lunch." He smiled which cheered me up. "I'm guessing we have lunch together." I think. "Fifth I have gym. Sixth I have art. Seventh I have cooking. And eighth I have history."

"Well! Looks like we have all the same classes up to gym! Sixth is when I have history."

"Ah. Well that's good."

"Yeah. I don't want you to get hurt. You seem like the type they would pick on."

"Who?"

"H.T.T."

"H.T.T?"

"Yeah. Hunter, Todd, and Tyson. They call themselves hit the targets for some reason. But everyone else just nicknames them H.T.T. laziness." We laugh at the last part. The teacher comes in, he has bright white eyes and looks a lot like the principle. I looked at his name tag. 'Mr. Herobrine.'

The next few classes go by well up until I get lost in the halls on my way to lunch.

"Oh no." I whine. This isn't good.

"Hey look. There's the new cat. The rumor came fast and it was quite true."

"Your right hunter. I wonder if he's heard about us?" I see three guys walk up to me. They look like they can crush me like a bug. They're tall and look strong.