Supernoobs (a fanfic )

Chapter 9: Safe but Scared

Being under the desk was probably the scariest thing that has happened to me in a long time. I had no idea nor control of what was going on, there was nobody with me in the room even. I know they were only giant frogs hopping around in the halls but they could pros ably eat me if they wanted. Or squish me. It wasn't safe, I knew that much.

I wanted to call for help, but I didn't want to risk bringing the frogs in the same room as me, so I pulled out my cellphone. I texted all four of them to make sure one got the message.

Help

No answer, I began to worry something happened to them. Then something happened. Something almost scary in my opinion. Silence. There was nothing, it was dead quiet. You could hear a pin drop it was so eerie.

At least a half hour passed by now, and I got up the courage to peek out the window. Nothing. The frogs had left. Evidence they were hear was very obvious, but I looked down both hallways and I couldn't see them. Then I saw where they must of left. A big hole in the wall. About the size of the frogs, they broke out of the school and were wreaking havoc in the town.

I exited through the hole in the wall and saw the battle almost immediately. In the park, a lot of fights seem to happen there honestly. I watched from a safe distance as they took down the three frogs. After returning the frogs to normal I was noticed. They left to go and change back to normal elsewhere. I had no clue where they'd come from though since the blue one teleported them away instead of them running off.

I sat on a nearby bench, staring at the school's entrance. Wondering if my friends were going to come out of the door. They didn't.

Buzz

My phone had vibrated, Shope was answering my message.

Sorry, none of us had gotten the message until just now. Are you okay now?

Yes I'm fine now. Where are you guys?

We were hiding in the school, were leaving now.

I'm waiting.

And that was our conversation. I moved closer to the school's front doors and shortly after my friends walked out. It was a pretty quiet walk back. I mean a few small conversations happened but they never really lasted. I guess we were all shaken from the attack today.

I went home and blogged for a bit. Posted some theories that went with the battle balls, and the whole alien thing. I have been distracted lately and well this whole dance thing is something totally new to me.

I could barely focus on the blog, my mind was on tomorrow night. Who was I going to dance with? What drama will I get sucked into? Will the other people there like my dress? So many questions. They all pretty much kept me awake thinking that night. I also wondered if anyone there would happen to know how to dance the tango. I had a dance partner in my old home(we were dance partners but asides from class and performing we never spoke a word to each other). I was pretty good and we had won a couple competitions together.

Finally, sleep came upon me. Rest has now occurred.

I had a nightmare that night, I woke up at 6:00am breathing heavy and sweating. I had dreamt that I was in my old home and the people were shoving me into lockers, stealing my thing, ripping my homework and locking me alone in the equipment room. It felt so real, it was a memory..the only memory.. I had from my old school. They called me names and I lived with it. They spit on me, I cleaned off in the bathroom. They taped signs to me, I took them off and recycled them. They shoved me, I learnt to brace myself.

I cried for at least a half hour and then my mother came in, she knew this happened in my old school. I told her about my nightmare and she hugged me.

"That's why we left Nicole. That's why we're here now." She whispered to me in our embrace. I cried in her shoulder for a little before I calmed down and pulled away. "Come on, let's go make some breakfast." My mother said holding a hand out and giving me a comforting smile. I wiped my eyes, nodded and took her hand as she helped me off my bed as we walked down to make a breakfast together.

I didn't usually get up early enough to help with breakfast, but I really enjoyed it. It always cheered me up just being with my mother. My dad was almost never home, he worked hard so my mother didn't have to. It was also so that we could have some luxuries like a new home and the occasional vacation. He also really liked working. He's passionate about it.

I couldn't shake my nightmare off though, I was so scared that this new home would end up doing that to me someday. The people in my dream had blurry faces but distinctive features from my old school. Like the one girl with the big hooped earrings, the boy with a bunch of rings. A girl who always had a bow in her hair. The nerdy kid who sometimes got teased with braces and taped glasses. Many more people too. They were all there with blurry faces. I remember looking in the mirror of the girls bathroom. My nose bleeding, my eyes red from tears and bruised from the occasional hit they'd give me.

I remember seeing the teachers ignore the beating I took because they didn't like my parents. None of the teachers did, I don't know what they did or why the school disliked them but they never stopped the kids from hurting me. If another kid called a different person a swear word though, they typically got suspended. Not even the police helped when my mother tried to get them. The school just told them that there wasn't a problem and that they should actually talk to the parents as to why I was always so beat up looking.

That's when we moved. It was a really small town, and they got away with a lot. That drew the line though and my parents were fed up.

I'm happy now though, I was making waffles with my mother and I had friends, and people who normally have my back. I appreciated it, a lot.

Author's Note
So this chapter was mostly to
A develop Nicole
and B finish of the last chapter
Her history is an extreme for bullying so I'm going to use this in a way to promote anti-bullying. I don't normally but it is a problem that some kids have no control over, so if you see it don't just watch. That's almost as bad as doing it yourself. Anyways don't forget to tell me if you want a sequel, etc.

QOTD
What do you think of Nicole?