I open my locker, digging for my bag of cheezits I threw in here suddenly I get pushed away from my locker. "Get out of my way, freak" Mike says and his friends chuckle. For the first time in the whole 5 years he's been bullying me I say something about this time. "Shut up" I say facing my locker. Mike stops and turns around to face me, "what did you just say to me" he says like it was the most dangerous thing I could've done. I close my locker and look at him. "I said, shut. up" I repeat.
Mike scoffs and looks at his friends behind him, "you really wanna do this freak" he asks condescendingly. "Why the fuck not" I don't know where I got so confident from, to challenge mike wheeler the king of Santa Monica high. The guy every girl wanted. "You, me, softball field 3:00 be there. You're gonna regret saying that shit, fuck face"
He walks away. I chuckle to myself, not believing what I just did. I'm gonna fight the king of Santa Monica high.
