My legacy (Supernatural)

Dream or Reality?

I sat in the back of the classroom. We were waiting for the teacher to come back from coping the assignment. How I loved assignments, note the sarcasm. It was like even the teachers hated me. Not that I cared about the fact that I always did these things alone. I just pretended that I was too smart to work with someone else. Which was partly true. I was smarter than the rest of my classmates. But no one wanted to work with me, so I didn't have a choice. I was just drawing in my book. I had almost finished a drawing of the walking dead, when I heard someone yelling at me. 

"Hey! Freak!" I knew they were trying to make me react to that, but I would not give in. My dad and I had moved here half a year ago. Since my mom and sister died (which is 4 years ago), well my father had a pretty hard time. Everyone said it was a fire caused by inadequate wiring. My father didn't believe it. I didn't believe it either. Partly because what I saw was not inadequate Wiring. I get shivers at the taught of that night. My dad has been traveling through states trying to find some answers. I needed to come with him, because I wasn't old enough to stay at home.

"I know you heard me Johnson!" Ethan called. God, how I hated him. For some reason he was making my life miserable. Every day again. Sometimes he would just yell stupid things to me. Other times he would "accidentally" bump into me in the middle of the hallway and make me drop my books. I had always been the bigger man. Just ignoring him and pretending that what he (and his friends) said didn't have any effect on me. But the truth was it had. I was wondering how much longer I could do this. Going to school every day just so others could make fun of me. The only light at the end of the tunnel was the thought that soon we would be traveling further. And then I didn't have to see Ethan for the rest of my life.

"What are you doing anyway?" Ethan said. He came walking towards me. I was a second too late with putting my book away, because he now had it in his hands. I knew from this moment on I just wanted to die. The bulling would only get worse. And now they had prove that I was a freak. I tried to grab it back, but he was to tall.

"What is this! Demons ... Zombies .. Spirits" he yelled

"Give it back Ethan!" I yelled back.

"Wow you take weird to a whole new level" Ethan laughed

"EETTTHAAAN!" I cried out "GIVE IT BACK". I was about to cry. He was looking though my book while laughing hard. Slowly his friends came to take a closer look. They were also laughing at how stupid it was. My eyes fell to the ground as I gave up all hope. Then when I thought it couldn't get worse, Ethan proved me wrong.

"This is such Bullshit!" Ethan said "You should stop this stupid thing and focus on something important! Maybe your school grades or your looks!" He and his friends were laughing hard again. "Let me help you to make the first step" He said while he ripped a page out of the book and threw it on the ground. Tears came to my eyes. I worked so hard on that! Another page got ripped out and thrown on the ground. I reached down to pick them up.

"Yeah that's right kneel for us" a friend of Ethan said. My tears were almost spilling over. Five more pages fell to the ground. Then they stopped falling. I looked up. Someone was yelling at Ethan. I grabbed the remaining papers and stood up. 

"Don't ever come near her again! Do you understand?" the guy said to Ethan. I thought he was in the same class as me, but I wasn't sure. What was his name again?

"I Said Do-You-Under-Stand?!" He said again. He had Ethans shirt in his hands and Ethan just stood paralyzed. The other guy was taller then him and Ethan was clearly intimidated. Slowly Ethan nodded. "Good, now get out of here!" The other guy said again while releasing Ethan and pushing him away. Ethan slowly walked back to his friends, but before he sat down he made sure he shot me a dirty glance.