New School

Chapter 5: The Home Economics Incident

Waking up early that Tuesday morning, I ignored my brother Sean and his questions about why I was up so early. (I hate getting out of bed early) Talking to Jake on the way over to school, I realised that it was the first time I had talked to anyone since talking to the nice teacher that stopped Josh and Joe in the hall the day before. I detailed to Jake what had happened the previous day, which he had of course heard of. He said I should just ignore all of the people picking on me, but that was very difficult to do for me, as so many people were mocking me.

When I arrived in school, surprise surprise, Clyde wasn't in. Josh was however. He should've never have came in, for his own good. He approached me immediately after I entered the roll call room, but luckily, Ms. Wally, our year head, arrived before he got too far into abusing me. She called the roll, but asked me to stay back. Everyone jeered at me when she told me to stay back, which I was not very fond of. Ms. Wally said she understands people mocking a new student on their first day and the student getting angry, but she pointed out that I took it too far, which, to be fair, was correct. She assured me that I would soon fit in and have friends.

Ha.

The first class was French. That went the same as the last day. Very, very badly. God, that teacher -_- Next up was double science, which, thankfully, was taught by the nice teacher that stopped Josh and Joe in the hallway the day before. Her name was Ms. Nakamura. She was a very nice teacher, and gave out to anyone who picked on me during class, especially Josh. Science is one of my favourite subjects, so the combination of that and the nice teacher was a relief. Break time was next, however.

Thankfully, break time wasn't as hectic as it was on the first day, as it was really just Josh and Joe bullying me, because they were the only ones that had the balls to do mock me after what I did to Clyde. I did what Jake told me to do and ignored them; blocked them out. It still annoyed me that, even though I clearly wasn't paying attention, they relentlessly shouted abuse at me for the fifteen minutes. So I was in a bad mood for the rest of the day. I'm sure Josh regrets putting me in a bad mood now.

The next three classes flew by, mainly as I didn't pay attention to the teacher at all, and Josh whispered what I can only assume were insults at me, but I didn't listen. Thankfully, I was able to go home for lunch time to avoid Josh and Joe. Once again, I didn't speak to my brother at home, so I think he was worried about me and how I was getting on in my new school.

After returning to school, English was taken up by the teacher giving out, and the last two classes were double home economics, where you basically cook stuff. We were making a fruit salad, and as I chopped the tomatoes, the red juices squirting out and staining the knife, I looked over at Josh. An idea crossed my mind, but I blocked it out. It was a stupid idea.

The home ec. teacher left the room momentarily to get something, and that was when Josh threw a tomato at me and it burst all over my jumper. This was very amusing to the rest of the class. I noticed that the teacher was still outside, having a conversation with someone I couldn't see through the small window in the door at the back of the class. Josh was turned around talking to his friend. I saw my opportunity, and my idea from earlier came to life.

I grabbed the sharpest knife I could find. I glanced back to check if the teacher was still having her conversation. She was. I examined the room for an escape. An open window at the top of the class, at a perfect height to jump out of. Nobody had spotted me as they all talked to their friends. I approached Josh from behind. Teacher still having a conversation. Everyone still talking to their friends. Everything was set up nicely. I fixed my grip on the knife. I positioned it perfectly in my hand. I saw an opening as Josh raised his left arm into the table. I took in a large gulp of air, and thrusted my arm forwards, straight into his hip. He gasped, and went to grab his hip. He looked back at me. I kept my grip tight on the knife. There was a collective gasp and then silence. Josh fell to the ground, and I pulled the knife out. I stabbed him twice more in his stomach while he was lying on the ground. I looked around to the rest of the class, who were cowering in the corner furthest away from me by the door, fear etched on their faces. The teacher had still not noticed anything. I took a key off of the teacher's desk, and slowly approached the door, still gripping the bloodstained knife. The group stayed put, although I was walking towards them. I took the key and locked the door. Putting the key into my pocket, I looked at the faces of the group again. They were worried, very worried. I reassured them that none of them would be hurt, although I was lying. Still holding the knife, I jumped out if the open window and closed it behind me. I dumped the knife in the nearest bin, and ran. I didn't know where to. I just ran...