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Chapter 2: The Detention Sentence

Chapter 2: The Detention Sentence

Marcel's POV

I didn't really look forward to school. The classes and teachers were great, it's the students that I was worried about.

I wasn't treated like an equal. I didn't call anyone out, because that would just make it worse for me.

But there was this one girl that particularly bullied me, got annoyed by me. Her name is Allie.

She's popular, pretty, fearless. On the other hand, I was pretty much the opposite. I felt like... dirt, I guess, when I was around her. She stepped on me and treated me like it.

I didn't look at anybody in the eye when I went to my locker or anywhere else in the school. Eye contact got me in trouble, so I made friends with the floor.

I glanced at my locker, and bit my lip.

My locker was covered in streaks of paint and marker scrawls. There were dirty things written on it, and I grimaced. I saw a stick figure that I assumed was supposed to be me. The hair and glasses and huge frowny face gave it away.

I rubbed my finger against a marker stain, but it didn't blur. Whoever had done this must've used permanent marker. I was in trouble.

I sighed as I opened my locker and grabbed my books for my first class. It was science, my favorite class after marketing.

I was pretty ahead in each of my classes, but I still listened to the teachers in case I missed a fact or two. I wanted to get into a good college, find a good job, and move far, far away from this place.

I started walking down the hallway, my shoulder brushing against the lockers. My thoughts turned over to my locker. I assumed Allie or one of her friends did it. None of them liked me very much.

I don't really understand bullying. I don't think I did anything wrong, and yet people liked to bother me and push me around. I tried to ignore it, but it got harder with each passing day.

I heard voices, and I looked up. I stiffened.

Allie and her best friend Hanna were walking towards me. My heart thudded in my chest. I wondered what Allie was going to do to me this time.

She whispered something in Hanna's ear, glancing at me. I swallowed.

They got closer to me. "Good morning, Marcel," Allie said to me cheerfully, giving me a big smile.

That's odd. She usually frowned or sneered or smirked at me. Never a smile. Maybe she'd changed....

Her hip bumped against mine and I stumbled, tripping into the lockers. My books fell out of my hands and I dropped to my knees, scooping them up. I was wrong.

"Loser," I swear I heard Allie say to me as she passed, and Hanna giggled. My face felt hot and I pushed my glasses up my nose.

The truth is about Allie.... Well, she's very pretty, and she's noticed by everybody.... I just, sort of, liked her. I wouldn't say absolute like-liked, but I guess I had a tiny crush on her.

It's stupid, I know, since she's a huge bully and all, but I just liked her looks. She had big sparkling brown eyes, soft-looking brown hair, and a big smile when she wasn't looking at me.

Allie's looks stuck in my mind. It annoyed me, but I couldn't help it. And besides, she had Adam. He would beat me to a pulp if he ever found out what I thought about Allie.

I sighed and rushed off to class. What does it matter anyway, Allie would never look at me the same way. I was Marcel, and she was... well, Allie. It would never work out.