Chemistry

The New Kid

Marcel's Point of View

"Get out of my way, faggot!" They snickered, I sighed. I found myself scrambling for my English textbook as they played football with it in the hallway.

"Give it back!" I pleaded. Why me? I grumbled to myself in my mind as one jock kicked me to the ground, it was helpful actually. The sack of stupidity, otherwise known as Jerry, kicked me to the ground. I was finally in reach of my text book. I grabbed it, scrambling myself off the floor and to room 18A, Literature and Composition with Ms.Hilbrook.

"Marcel Styles?" She called out, questioning.

"I'm here!" I squeaked out, getting most of the class's eyes on me while I fixed my itchy tweed sweatervest in the doorway.

"Ah! Marcel, you are here!" A young girl cried out, she smiled. "I'm Emmy, Emmy Wilson. I'm part of the school council, I'll be your guide for the day." She announced as she walked toward me, gripping my hand into a firm shake.

"I...It's nice to meet you," My voice sounded jittery as I shook her hand back. She pulled me to her desk, and the empty one next to her.

"Take a seat, now class..." The teacher's voice drowned in my ears below all other thoughts. I dropped my satchel next to my desk and took out a black ink pen and a notebook. Aimlessly scribbling notes of the lesson when I caught them, floating with my other thoughts. Here goes another dead end school year with no friends, again.

***

After fourth period I followed the school crowd to the lunch room, that also doubled as a multi purpose room. I stopped at my locker to grab my lunch pale that I had used since year six. I wandered to the cafeteria, scared of my doom of sitting in the bathroom alone. I figured I should have just walked to the bathrooms anyway, until an empty table caught my eye. Might as well sit there, better than sitting in the toilet stalls. I walked to the table, taking a seat and opening my pale. I wanted to see what my mum packed. Apple slices with peanut butter, spinach leaves, a grilled cheese, and two home made chocolate chip cookies. I smiled to myself as I read the note my mum left for me.

"Have a great day at school honey! I know it's been rough for the past couple of years, but it'll be better this year! Love, mum. Xx." I heard someone read behind me, mocking a motherly tone of voice. My eyes with wide as someone grabbed the back of my sweatervest, lifting me to my feet, I gulped softly. A hard lump formed at my throat, leaving me speechless as the meaty hand turned me around to face him...And my fate. "What do you think you're doing, this is the JOCK table," He roared into my face. Wow, someone needs a breath mint. I thought.

"I..I'm s...sorry," I managed to spit out after the lump had dissolved a bit, I gulped again as he grabbed a handfull of my shirt, pulling me closer to his face and putrid breath.

"Oh, you will be." He snarled in pleasure of my pain, two of his lumphead friends grabbed my ankles as their "leader" took my hands.

"Wh..Where are we going?" I stampered out, half wanting to know, and half not. The jocks walked into the bathroom, throwing me in front of a toilet. A boy covered in tattoo's and a few piercings was in front of the bathroom mirror, appling a thin line of eye liner on the waterline of his eyes. He gave me a sad look, shaking his head. Jerry took a handful of my gelled hair and I knew what was coming, so I gasped for as much air as my diaphragm could hold. My head was connected with the toilet bowl's water, I could feel my hair swirling down the drain and my glasses come off my face.

After a swirly completed all the damage it could do to a person's head and self esteem, the jocks left with ear to ear smile and mouths full of laughter. I lifted my head out of the toilet and leaned over the seat, along with picking out my glasses of the bowl. I held them in fron of my face, half cracked in the left lens. I put them on, ashamed. With my sight restored in at least one eye, I looked around. "This doesn't seem like such a terrible place to sit during lunch, you know, for the rest of the school year." I sighed in defeat.