A Bullies Nightmare

The Bullies Nightmare

A Bullies Nightmare

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. 

The woman in front of me has been silent, besides the tap of her outrageous long fingernails that I am sure she grew just to dig into the skin of unexpecting students, for ten minutes. I am not sure if it was the way I answered the last question,straight out with no hesitation or if it was the way I chastised her for doing nothing remedy the bullying happening to one of her students. She must not be happy. I think she has been in this job to long and the once kind heart she had shrivelled into a tiny black spot like a prune.

Yeah that must be it.

"Now Melinda since you are new to the school I'll let you off with a weeks worth of detentions. I don't know what the rules were at your old school, but here we have no tolerance of violence," the vice principal calmly gritted out, her face still flushed with anger and annoyance. I waited as she wrote out a note for my fifth period teacher as I was now 15 minutes. Holding out her hand the note  pinched between her thumb and forefinger, her weapons displayed as a clear warning 'end up here again and you won't make it out alive'.

"After school today report to room D11 for your first detention. Now get out of here," she dismissed and with that I cautiously plucked out the note and left for my lesson. 

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My bag hit the floor seconds before I was engulfed in the multiple pillows that covered my bed. The exhaustion dragged down at me as the first week at Noble High ended with the bang of getting detention. My father wasn't too happy when he had to leave work early to pick me up after detention was finished. He was red in the face and his eyes were a sea of disappointment as he leaned against the car with his shirt crinkled from his laborious job. The drive was silent for awhile, my gaze darting towards him, waiting, I saw his lips twitch. My mouth was open stopping the lecture I knew was to come, words were spouting out a mile a minute as I explained what had happened. My voice becoming angered and colourful as I remembered the events of today and the pass week.

It was in history that I first noticed her. Vicky Rowen was sitting out the front, huddled over the desk her hand flowing across the page writing something, her lips moving in thought. I was standing out the front as the teacher shushed the class so I could introduce myself. I don't know what drew me to her, maybe it was because she was in the centre or how I could tell those around her ignored her but at the same time watched like they were wolves and she the sheep, but she she was all I could focus on.

After that class I couldn't help but seek her out. I found out a lot. She didn't have any friends that I could tell, she was shy but something in her eyes told me she was strong and her voice. I stumbled on that when I had to talk to the music teacher to join band. Her voice floated through the walls of the practice room raw emotion weaved into the voice of an angel. The words broke me though, it was then I realised she was been bullied and to such an extent she had considered suicide.

Since then I was hyperaware of everything done to her the insults, shoves, notes and the teachers that turned their cheek to it. Today though when Vicky's main tormentor, a slim girl with black glossy hair and a cruel smile complimented by her fake laugh, with her sidekicks dumb and dumber decided to spill peanuts over Vicky. Seconds later her skin was swelling and the teacher on duty was over Epipen out and in Vicky as she was rushed to the nurse to wait for the ambulance. Students were whispering as the excitement of something happening, even if it was a fatal allergic reaction, to the 'pathetic accident'.

A voice snarked out, "why can't she just die, she was never supposed to be born anyway. I try and do the world a favour, but of course the teacher had to intervene. What a shame a second later and she would've of been gone." I was seething, my breaths deep as I seemed to calm the rage bubbling up. It wasn't enough. I shot foreword and grabbed the snakes hair as it flicked passed me. She let out a shriek as I forced her to face me, pain spread across her face. It wasn't enough. My clenched fist slammed into to her nose. Snap, blood poured out as she screamed, tears leaking out the corner of her eyes.