The Bully Plan

Chapter Two: The Epic

TWO: The Epic

Jake never planned this. He thought they would scare him and run off. It was Lincolns fault anyway right? “Should we call an ambulance?” asked Sage, scratching his thick black brow.

“Nah man, they would point the finger at us! We have to get out of here!” Panicked Jake.

“Excuse me?” said another panicked voice, “You’re just going to leave this kid here? I’m calling the Ambulance. And the cops on you too.” Lincoln lay, non-moving on the ground.

He started dialling his phone. Jake looked at Sage, and they both sprinted away.

“Crap.” Cursed the man.

The distant sirens in the distance disturbed the period one class of Grant State High. Darcy looked out the window. Sirens were always a rare sight around our school. An ambulance rushed by the exit.  Darcy didn’t take notice of it. Just an ambulance, right? Where was Lincoln? He must be taking a day off. Lincoln always did that. Caitlin walked into the room, her eyes losing redness. She came and sat next to Darcy, and gave a wry smile. A gargantuan laugh erupted from Sage and Jake as they entered the room, “… we had that guy fooled,” was all Darcy heard.

“Thanks for joining us Jake and Sage. I hope you will be happy to have earned yet another late consequence for your appalling manner of entering the room and arriving so late.” Said the teacher in a cheery tone. Miss Jain has known for a while that Sage and Jake were bullies. She has made various complaints about them, but somehow the bullies have a way of lying their way out of it. The bell signalling the end of Period one class ended.  Darcy looked at Caitlin, they stopped and let everyone else walk out first. It was a tradition they did every lesson so they didn’t get in the way of any popular people or bullies. Popular people were almost as bad as the bullies themselves. Most of them are anyway. One time Darcy bumped into one and they threatened to beat him up. And the scary part for him was that he knew they would. Everybody left in a fast trail out the door. Caitlin and Darcy trailed slowly behind.

“So what were they saying to you?” I asked quietly.

“They were saying I was worthless, that nobody liked me. That I was… ugly and…fat and stuff,” Caitlin was a sensitive person. It wasn’t bad or anything, it actually was good. She was really caring about others emotions, but then the bad side is that she got upset easily.

“It’s not true. You have heaps of friends!” Darcy encouraged. It was true, the friendship group they were involved in had about twenty kids in it. But popularity was obviously just a mental barrier. That was Darcy’s theory anyway. The duo continued down the hall. “Hey guys!” said Tabitha Jones with a goofy smile. She was a strange girl. But hilarious. Her hair was jet black and her skin a tan shade. Darcy had liked her once. He never went ahead with it. He had little self-confidence when it came to girls. He had a huge fear of rejection. Caitlin gave her a hug of salute, and a few seconds later so did Darcy. They headed for the end of the hall.

Lincoln could hear the sirens in the distance; he felt intense pain all through his body. He couldn’t scream, his throat wouldn’t allow the waste of breath. Each breath was hell; constant jacks hammer to his lungs. An ambulance jerked to a stope and paramedics ran to his aid. They carefully lowered him onto a stretcher and into an Ambulance. They put a needle in his arm and almost instantly the pain eased. But Morphine wasn’t enough for his pain. It was like a bleak veil over a brides face to his pain. His world faded around him, instantly he knew he was unconscious, either from pain or injections.

He awoke with a startled cry. Lincoln sat in a hospital bed, a man and a woman with scared faces staring at him. “Honey! He is awake!” the woman yelled to the man.