The Black Eye

Lunch

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If this had happened to anyone else, I would have laughed my guts out. But it was happening to me so it wasn't the least bit funny. A tear slipped down my cheek.

I want the ground to swallow me whole. "Please, please, please," I begged the cement in a whisper.

"Who's there?" said the girl. Her voice was one I recognized: deep and scratchy. Oh gosh, not Miranda. Miranda is the 'Gossip Queen' of sixth grade.

My heart pounded faster. I was caught. There was no way out. The whole school will know Mathew Grey is the 'Peeping Tom' of the girl's bathroom. I started to weep. "Leave me alone," I pleaded.

I heard Miranda unlock the lock and walk so I could see her pink shoes under my stall door. "Is that you, Lia?" she asked.

She doesn't know it's me. She doesn't know I'm a guy!

"Who are you?" she asked again.

"GET OUT!" I screamed in my best scary girl voice, "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Miranda's racing foot steps echoed around the bathroom and everything went quite when she left out the door. Knowing she would be back with friends, I decided that now is my last chance to escape.

I pushed the stall door open very slowly. I reached behind my head for the hood of my hoodie. I panicked and frantically tried to grasp it when I saw my bare elbow and remembered I left my hoodie at the orphanage. "Way to go, Matthew," I whispered to myself, "now what are you going to do?"

"Well you can't turn invisible," I said, answering myself, "but I am still wearing my backpack." I put my ear to the door and listened for any sign of life. When I was sure there could only be dead people outside, I pulled the bag off my back and pressed it to my face, just in case.

I pulled open the door and slowly walked out of the girl's bathroom.

"Well, well, well," THUD said my backpack when it hit the ground. I jumped and suppressed a girly screech when I recognized the gruesome features of George.

Embarrassed, I turned my head to look down the hall way. I gasped and thanked the Lord I wasn't an old man for what I saw would have given me a heart attack. Standing beautiful in blue was no one other than The Little Mermaid herself.

My heart swam to beat in my throat. I looked back at George. She's going to see the wimp I am.

George stepped closer, "What were you doing in the girl's bathroom, Glasses?"

"I-I-" was hiding from you, I wanted to say. My eyes twitched towards Natalie to remind me I had to be strong. For her.

"What's the matter, Matthew? Cat got your tongue? Want me to punch it out?" He laughed and pulled his fist back, preparing for the punch. He dug his left hand into the collar of my shirt to hold me still. I looked back down the hallway, searching for hope. Hope was gone. There was no Natalie in sight.

I looked back at George, hopeless. Please don't let it hurt as bad as my eye. I tensed up, preparing for the pain train to arrive at mouth station. George smiled, "Open up, gir-"

"-STOP!" Came a confidently deep voice. George's grip on my shirt loosened. His head slowly turned and both his hands dropped. He looked defeated.

I gazed in awe as my social studies teacher, Mr. Henry, fast walked over to us in his suit. His unibrow was in a 'V.' His comb mustache frowned with his whole face. Mr. Henry's icy blue eyes sent chills down my spine. His shiny bald head gleamed as he pulled George further away by the arm.