Mystics of the Light

Bullies

4th hour. Science.

I sat in my assigned seat and put my stuff in the corner of the black table. I heard a loud thud to my left. I looked and saw Valery.

"Ha," she said, "Guess we're in the same 4th hour. Awesome!"

I nod and wrote my homework in my planner. I heard someone talking, near me. I glanced, where the sound was coming from, and I saw this group of guys. They were looking at me with disgust. I shook my head and decided to draw a bit. Of course, there was still two minutes until the tardy bell.

As I was drawing, I heard footsteps coming towards me.

"Looks like we got an artist in this dumb class," I heard the person say.

I look at them. The boy had dark brown hair, electric blue eyes, and pale skin. I go back to drawing, until he grabs it from under my hand. I try to grab it back, but he keeps it out of my reach. He studies the picture and take it to his friends.

"Look what this odd ball drew, guys," he said, waving the paper in front of their faces.

"Oooooohhhh," One of them said, "Is she drawing the magical land she came from? It would explain why she has those ugly purple eyes."

I got up and snatched the paper out of the kid's hand.

"Sheesh," the brown haired boy said, "Just showing them your amazing skill. Don't like that?"

I glared at him.

"I don't like how you mock me, " I answered, harshly.

He raised his hands in the air.

"Sorry," he said, sarcastically, "I'll leave you alone."

He went to his table, and so did I. I was so glad that the Tardy bell rang.

Something told me that I was gonna hate being in this class.