Fly Away

Chapter 4

(there is some bullying and some other students participate in underage drinking)

RP.O.V

Today is Monday. Time to go back to school, auggh.

I climb out of bed and start to get ready, I bind my wings before putting on my uniform top, is uncomfortable but necessary. Alfred has breakfast ready when I get downstairs.

When I get to school I have to remember that I'm not robin here I'm that nerdy-mathalete-kid. I spend the few minutes before the bell rings talking to Babs and Arty.

The first bell rings and it's off to language arts for me. If you didn't know already English isn't my first language. Romani is. Let's just say that this class is boring, and made to try to dictate how I express myself.

I spend the time thinking about Wally, the team, and Wally again.

Oh crap, the bell just rung to go to my next class. I share most of my classes with Arty or Babs sometimes both so I just walk with them.

The rest of the day fly's by in a flurry of math, history, technology and science. As the final bell rings I run out of the room quickly to go get my stuff before the stampede of students who are finally free of school (some of the students refer to it as tourture your parents pay for). It works. I say bye to Arty and Babs. Then head to the math room for math-Olympiad.

Math is one of my favorite subjects so math-Olympiad is a highlight of the day. For the next hour we solve all the problems we can come up with, with math!

Once math gets out I rush to try to get out of the building before the football team catches me. I can see the exit only 25 feet away but then I hear laughter coming from the bathroom, oh crap. The football team wanders out of the bathroom walking funny and I realize that there is no football practice today so the team was here of another reason.

They see me, or at least Tompson does, they start pointing and talking amongst themselves. I can't make a run for it because the door to the boy's bathroom is between me and the school exit. Ite football team is walking funny I don't know why but maybe I can use it against them.

As they get closer I can smell what they were doing in the bathroom, drinking. Great now I have a heard of drunk jocks coming after me and I can't do anything for the possibility of risking my cover. As they reach me Tompson shoves me against the lockers and throws the first punch as always, though it is harder than usual.

Normally they stop hitting me when blood begins to show, its been 10 minutes and I'm bleeding from the nose, eyebrow, and head where it was struck on the lockers. One of the players kicks me in the ribs, I can no longer tell the difference between the players. I hear a definite crack as pain spreads over my side. There go at least two ribs. I need to get out of here. They slam me against the lockers hard before leaving and I heart a distinct pop. Those bastards just dislocated my wing. I need to get home.