BANG.
I crashed onto the wall, and slumped down. The hitting was getting harder day by day. I sat upon the cold ground of the school corridor, exhausted.
"You think scumbags like yourself can step into the school without money?!" the senior screamed out, giving me another kick.
'Bear with it.' I muttered to myself as I quietly received a red bruise on my upper chin. Then came another whack from another senior girl, the sound of the impact drowning out their screaming. Pain seared all across my body. I tried my hardest to keep myself from crying out.
'It should get over now.' I kept repeating to myself. But no, those seniors were in a pretty playful mood. Another blow to my knees. I staggered and fell, knee-first, looking around for help. All the children looked on, some jeering, some surprised. Some turned away. All the teachers cowered away, for the seniors came from rich families of the town. Nobody came. No one even stepped forward.
BLAM. A blow to my stomach. I doubled over and tried to crawl away. Another one, on my back. That was the last straw. Tears flowed down my bruised face. The searing pain from the hits made me bite my lip.
"Hey," the seniors said.
"Stand up!!" they screamed.
"Mae's learnt a new lesson!" they jeered.
Laughing. Screaming. Jeering. Nervous shuffling. More laughter. My stomach. My bruises.
Urgh.... Damn it. I've had it with this life. Hit me on until I die, I thought. Hit me.
The teachers shrugged their shoulders and went away. I closed my eyes, feeling sick, and covered my mouth with my wounded hands. The last thing I wanted to do was crap away on the bullies' shoes.
"Hey... what's going on?" a sudden voice emanated from the building.
The hits stopped for a moment. Everyone stood and stared at the newcomer. A boy with neatly combed black hair stood at the doorway. A newcomer. No other person could even dare to interrupt Ms. Fayne and gang's bullying.
"What do you want?" Helen Fayne asked him with a monstrous look that could kill an elephant.
He went straight front and gave her a slap to the face.
All the jaws of the human beings present dropped down. Including my injured one.
"You challenging me, junior?!" she shouted out and hit him back. Twice. On the solar plexus. He doubled over, wincing and suddenly, smiled. He grabbed her leg, pulled her hair, and whispered something in her ear. Suddenly, she stared at him for a long time, going red in the face, and grabbed the other senior's hand, walking away.
I was completely shocked by this show of defeat. Fayne and her cronies looked around with evil glares, which immediately dispersed the others. I shook myself and stood up. My bruises didn't hurt so much now. They would heal... but of course there is the possibility of purple-black ugly marks all over my body.
The new guy stared at me with his brilliant green eyes. I felt uncomfortable in his gaze, and tried to avoid it.
"You really got to go to the nurse." he said. ' I know.' I thought.
"I'll be fine." I muttered, and started walking away.
"Hey! You can't just walk off with those awful bruises."
He caught my arm. I suddenly remembered something horrible, and flinched away. He withdrew his hand.
"Leave me alone." I muttered.
He pretended that he didn't hear me. "I'll walk you to the center." he said.
We walked silently, toward the the center. It was in the evening, and school had just gotten over. The setting sun's bright orange color filled the windows. I looked at him. He had neat, jet black hair waved to one side and dark green eyes which shone in the sunlight. A thin, long scar ran across the nape of his neck through the side. His collar was unbuttoned, and a general sense of playfulness surrounded his light step. One thing struck me though... he wore the winter uniform's full-sleeved shirt in this sweltering heat. All these stupid trends. He opened the door of the medical room, and caught me staring at him.
"What are you looking at?" he gave me a grin. "You think I'm a prince or something?"
I felt my cheeks going warm and turned my face away.
"Don't get the wrong idea." I muttered.
He laughed. "Most girls do. I do a good deed, and suddenly they're all over me. If I'm not careful, they may even confess." He sighed and then smiled again.
"All girls are crazy." he said with a tired smile. I opened my mouth to protest but I stopped, for I really didn't know anything against his statement.
He looked around. "No one's around. The nurse must have gone home." he said, looking at me.
I prepared myself. Most boys of his looks would offer to bind it up by themselves. Apparently, it makes them look more romantic.
"I'll have to go for work now. Will you manage?" he asked, much to my relief.
"Yeah, I will. Thanks."
He smiled.
"Take care." he said and dashed off the door.
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