Two Blue Converse

Ali, Princess, and Pretty Boy

"Ahh, Not now Kyle I have to go to class." I've known Kyle since fifth grade. He's always bullying me.

"Now why would I want to do that, Ali?" One of his favorite things to do is to call me a variety of very clever names. Like, Ali, Princess or pretty boy. As much as I like to be called pretty, I know he doesn't mean it in a good way.

I knew it was a long shot but hey I've gotta try. "Because I have a text this hour and I don't feel like staying after school to take it."

"Oh well in that case go ahead," he moved a side to let me through. I hesitated, not wanting to fall for his tricks.

"Well are you going or not?" he moves his arm in a sweeping motion.

"Y-yea I was just....." I trail off, if he's not gonna hurt me I'm not giving him any ideas.

I begin to walk forward slowly, keeping an eye on him the whole time.

Honestly I've known Kyle for how long? I really should have seen it coming. He stuck out his foot catching it on my ankle, tripping me. Before I know it I'm falling toward the ground fast not having time to stop my self due to the books im holding in my arms.

I hit the ground hard wincing at the pain. As I start picking my self up, Kyle being the wonderful gentleman that he is, picks me up by the back of my shirt.

"Awww did pretty boy fall on the floor?"

"Kyle, just let me go to class."

"Umm let me think," he taps his chin.
"Nope not happening."

Kyle punches me in the gut and I bend over.

"Oh you can't be hurt already, I've only just started."

A/N

I don't really have an updating schedule so its just kinda when ever.

I'm sorry its a short chapter I'm just not really sure what else to write at the moment.