The Bad Boys Street Fighter Nerd

Chapter 4 :( School is Death School is Hell

I get to my English class just in time as the second bell rings for everybody to be in class.

I walk in and sit at the back while everybody looks at me, including the bitch that pushed me on the floor this morning. They laugh at me as I sit. A small chubby man with a bob haircut walks into the room. He looks about 50 judging by the wrinkles under his eyes. He walks to the front before pulling out the role on the projector board.

All our pictures from this year are on the board and underneath is our name. Luckily it doesn't have our middle names otherwise im pretty sure I'll be a laughing stock. The teacher starts calling names.

"Jack" Here" Sam" "Here" "Lucy" "here"

I went on until it got to me.

Up pops a picture of me last year on my birthday. Funny enough my birthday wasn't that bad because my dad said I could go to my aunt's house. They sad thing was that five days later she died from getting hit by a car which broke my heart.

"Amarley"?

"Here" I answer while I get stares from people around the room.

I feel like if I lean into my chair as much I can ill eventually become a part of the chair but of course nothing happens.

The teacher walks up to me and lifts out his hand.

I flinch earning weird looks from people. It's not my fault I thought he was going to hit me, for all I no he could be an asshole like my father to but who am I kidding. The school wouldn't hire someone if they abused people right? Anyway I take his hand and shake it before turning back to the front making him leave.

I can tell this class isn't going to be one of my best classes judging by the stares that im getting. I don't even know what they are looking at but it feels like they are slowly burring my soul..... Well what's left of it... if you know what I mean? Through the whole class all we talked about was that we were going to be joining and studying music this semester and make a song with a music video based off of it. We will also have to write a 600 word essay about someone in the class (which will be chosen for us) and we will have to write an essay with pictures about what they do in their free time.

Im just praying that im an odd one and I'll just get to write an essay about an animal or something because people can't know about my home life or my dad will kill me.....literally.

The bell rings telling us that its our next period. Luckily for me I have a free period.

I walk out of class and towards the front entrance. I decide to take a 30 minute walk to Starbucks to apologise because I feel really bad for this morning and if I don't I'll probably die from guiltiness. On the way there I try to think of what im going to say.

"Sorry about this morning, I just wanted to be alone... nah to stupid"

"Uhh hi um yeah sorry my cat died..... I don't even have a cat"

I walk into Starbucks to see that he is at the counter. i sit at a table before re thinking what im going to say. After 2 minutes of thinking I pull out my purse and walk over to the counter.

"Hi may I help you?" he says not looking at me as he finishes writing something down on a piece of paper.

I'd like to apologize for this morning because I have a really bad headache from this dickhead yesterday because he kicked a football into my eye, now I now that it's not an excuse but it's been killing me all day giving me a even worse headache because I told you to go away and ahhhhh im just soooo terribly sorry. I say to him

Just as I finish the song is it "to late to say sorry" comes on making me laugh at the timing

He walks around from the counter and moves his arms our making me step back in fright. He looks at me weirdly before replying.

"I was just going to hug you"

Oh hahah I thought you were going to kill me because I told you to go away I reply giggling

He walks over before pulling me into hug, (ribs slightly hurting) I can't help but think back to the days were my dad, mum and I would cuddle up on the couch to watch tv or cuddle before bed and tell stories. I sigh at the memories as he pulls away.

"I'll accept the apology if you by me cake and a chocolate milkshake" he replies

I roll my eyes before telling him to make it two and both large.