A 70's Schitzo

Confrontation

Tony did not bother to pay attention to the announcement over the loudspeaker. Where did all these new kids come from? Why did they accept so many ? Are they like everyone; mean, cruel, and loud? Am I gonna have classes with them?

His old locker still looked brand new, on the outside that is. He opened it and saw stickers and polaroid camera photos of his best friend Johnny taped all around the door. The photos made him smile and his insides felt warm. He stared at the photo until the first school bell shook him frantically, bringing him to his senses. All of the fun moments his best friend and he had in his head remained. As he walked to class the happiness turned into sadness. He sat down in class and the thoughts started to come back.

Where should I sit? Who's in my classes? Why didn't I transfer when Johnny left? Who are my teachers? Do I have classes with seniors?

He sat where he did last year. "But Johnny used to sit next to me." Rrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnngggggg. Kids started to pour into the classroom giggling, laughing, and walking into one another. He noticed that the people sitting around him were all sophomores, like him.

"Welcome to homeroom class." The youthful manly figure that waltzed into the class threw a strong smile to them, enlightening the environment as he trotted into the room and straight behind his desk. His blonde goatee which matched his long blonde straight ponytail, surrounded much of his white skin. The shoes he wore barely put him in the realm of being an average sized dwarf. The sunlight from the window beamed on his checkerboard sweatshirt and caused a bright reflection to pop of his thick round frame glasses. He wrote on the chalkboard MR. DOUTRY " I am Mr. Doutry," he said. The class welcomed him like they would any other teacher, with either no energy or sarcastic remarks, making it seem as though they were excited to see him. The energy in the room died and the air became stale. The bell rang again and the students hastily evacuated. Sccccrrreeecchhh. The sound of the one lonely chair being backed diverted Mr. Doutry's attention directly to Tony.

Why is he looking at you like that? Did you scare him? Maybe you should hurry up and just leave. Tony nodded to himself as though there was someone else in the room besides him and the teacher. He picked up his backpack and tried to leave the room before Mr. Doutry could let out even a hello or try to introduce himself. Rushing to the door picking up his pace. His backpack swung violently back and forth attacking his back. He nearly ran into every desk and chair making his way to the doorframe.

"Are you okay ... ?"

"The name's Tony." He exited the room leaving Mr. Doutry confused. The hallway was empty, barren, silent--a real ghost town. Tony's footsteps echoed for a while until they were followed by three more and the sound of laughter. He did not pay attention until three figures veered around the corner.

RUN. DO IT. RUN. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? RUUUNNN. It could be a teacher, or even worse bullies! He stood frozen in his place. Three other wandering teens did the same when they spotted Tony in the corner of their eyes.

"Is that the freak?" asked Billy.

"Yep it sure is," replied Jim.

"Can we wait till after school to terrorize the poindexter. I'm not trying to hear anything,

from the man," Jenni moaned.

"Whatever you say, babe. Let's go guys," Billy snapped his finger and walked away as his puppet and bimbo followed him. Tony stood in amazement wondering why he wasn't beat up. Soon the spinning in his head stopped and he walked to class.

He grabbed the doorknob right as the bell rang. The class exitted, and Tony entered the room."Why did you skip my class?" The teacher asked Tony.

"I don't have an explanation."

"Well do you at least know the consequences?" Tony stood in silence. "One day detention. Goodbye." Tony left the room in great sorrow.

The day seemed to take even longer to pass by after that. Every second felt like an hour. When will this end. I told you to just run. You should've listened. Look where you got us. Rrrrriiinnnnggggg. The sound of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts and into reality. The clock said 3:10, but his detention note told him to stay until 5:10. He struggled to get to the detention room. Stepping into a place where you're supposed to stay silent and do work with no disturbance sounded close to paradise, but Tony felt a presence beyond that door. He heard snickering and knew that there would be no paradise. The door opened but it wasn't Tony who opened it.

"Well look who it is." Billy pulled Tony in by his collar and sat hit down firmly in a chair next to Jim.

"The dweebazoid got a detention. What in god's name is it, a full moon?" Billy and Jenni laughed at Jim's joke. Tony ignored all temptations to respond.

"Too good to talk back, huh?" Billy asked.

"I think he's gonna wet himself. Wouldn't that be something to go in the school paper?" Jim's joke amused the others. "Are you gonna wet yourself little baby?" Jim reached his fingers out to Tony's nose. Tony stared at the finger before he smacked it out of his face. Everyone seemed flabbergasted, amazed that a wimp stood up for himself for nearly the first time in history.

"Has the adopted twerp finally grown some moxy?" Jenni got up and took Jim's place as he walked away from Tony. "Nothing to say huh?" Jenni laughed in his face.

You just gonna let them disrespect you like that?

"No I'm not," Tony whispered to himself.

Then say something. Don't just sit there. SPEAK!

"NO!" Tony yelled out loud. Jenni froze in her tracks and turned back around.

"Are you talking to me 'cause that's not a very smart thing to do right about now." Jenni said putting fear in Tony's heart.

It's time to do it. You're not scared of her, you know this right? Tony shook his responding to his conscience's questions and not Jenni's statement

After she finished Tony spit at her. Billy instantly yolked up Tony. "Wait. This isn't the time or place for him to receive his punishment." Jenni wiped the mucous from her face and waited for Billy to put him down. "DROP HIM YOU DIMWIT!" Billy released him.