Chapter 2; He's Makes School A Living Hell
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He left me in here for 2 hours, 2 whole damn hours. Actually it has to be over 2 hours now as he hasn't let me out of the room. He just let himself in.Yes I know, that doesn't seem like a lot of time, but when you're as impatient as pig waiting to get fed you're nearly at the edge of dying. Schmidt doesn't care about how I feel though, as long as he gets what he wants in the end he will be over the moon.
In the end he will get a surprise, a big surprise in fact, whether he likes it or not.
Schmidt aka loser is sitting in the teachers graffitied desk at the front of the room with his white converses on top of the desk and his scrawny hands behind his head looking into the distance. You can tell that in his little pee sized brain he is making up some type of plan to make love to me. Pffft, he will never get it. It is so silent that the only sound you can hear is the clock ticking away each second of burning hell. It lasts for 5 minutes likes this. Not a single movement is made except for our eyes twitching 4683267 times a minute and our chests moving up and down at an increased pace that is not natural.
" oi sir, may I go now?" I say sarcastically.
Finally, loser has the guts to hop out of his daydream faze and face me. He interlocks his hands on top of the desk while letting a loud sigh out of his dry cracked lips.
"So now you want to talk?" He says with the smallest smirk on his face and his eyes slightly glancing at me.
I don't answer.
He doesn't deserve it for all he has put me through, that selfish mutt.
I slowly get out of my chair still glaring at him.
"Don't, get back" he says. You would think by now he would have ran at me as quick as he could but no.
It's so fun teasing him so I slowly take another step and land my foot onto the ground still staring at him.
"Did you not just hear me?" He yells angrily as he is trying to make his way towards me with his fists now clenched, " get back, or else. Get back."
My brain makes the choice for my eye to wink at him then reach for the door handle.
His pace is starting to get faster towards me.
Oh how great! It's locked.
He's now 2 metres away from me with his arms crossed shaking the keys and making the biggest smile he possibly can.
"I guess you want these?"
"Guess what loser, let me tell you something, one good thing about being a girl is that we never leave the house without a head full of bobby pins.."
There was a few silent moments before he finally understood what I meant...
As fast as I can I rip a bobby pin out of my teased blue hair and place it aggressively inside the door, turn around once again to face my #1 hate and wink slowly then open the door as swiftly as possible.
There's not enough time to lock the door before he lunges towards my legs like he is tackling in a game of rugby league. Maybe that's what he was dreaming about...
"Oi, get off me loser" I protest, "Let me go!"
The top half of my body is thrown towards the ground like a blow up doll but luckily for me I have quick reflexes like a cat to stop myself from completely hitting the floor.
"Here's a little something for you"
Bam! Right in the nose I kicked him.
I struggled to run away with all of my messed up thoughts running through my head. One last glance back at him to see how much time I have before he gets me again.
Now I just need to make it towards the school entrance before he has the chance to attack me like a cheetah attacking a zebra.
Right. Left. Pick up the speed. No lungs, don't do this to me now. Arms move faster. Come on body. Not now, not in this situation. Move it fatty. It's either live or die. Don't give up now.
My head is like a cyclone of anxiety right now and my body just doesn't have a single clue about what to do.
Ooh, here's a good spot. It's a corner with an excellent angle to spot where my attacker is at. He is moving ever so slightly. His head is arched to one side, one leg dragging along the ground, like a zombie in need of a desperate feed. However, you know that saying, "if you can see them, they can see you" Schmidt had no capability to see where I was since his face was dripping in bright red blood.
That poor boy....
More like that IDIOT.
Once again, I glance around the school looking for a quicker exit then the entrance doors. Silly me ran in the wrong direction, damn you legs.
Arh, what's this? A place filled with lots of twirling rope hanging off of a ladder, a bucket of soap and a mop.
The janitor's room....
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