Silence is Golden

Chapter 3: August 2010

The thing I dreaded finally happened on Friday, four days since the first day of school. And yet, I was confident that this school was different from the other, no more bullying, no more teasing. With that all in mind, this was the best week of my miserable life. Teachers still tried to make me talk, calling on me and never getting a response. Everybody steered clear away from me, in which I was ok with. I mean, if someone was to come up to me, what was I going to say?
            Walking home after school that day was when it happened. That boy from the football team, Ian, I think, was hanging around the front of the school with his massive friends. I took a quick glance at him, only for a second, before I realized he and his buddies were intimidatingly watching my every move.
            "Hey! Aiden!" He called out.
            I kept my eyes fixed on the ground and began to walk faster, my hands shoved into my pockets. Then, suddenly he was in front of me.
            "I said hey, Aiden," he snarled, grabbing onto me as I tried to squeeze past. "The polite thing to do is to greet me back. Or is your mother of yours raised in a farm?"
            Don't talk about my mother that way, you dick. I screamed at him.
            When I didn't reply, he grabbed my collar as his friends began to giggle in the manliest way possible. It was still giggling, I won't deny it.
            "Hi Aiden." He growled in my face.
His breath smelled like shit casserole from today's lunch. Then he punched me. Right up the jaw. I stumbled back, after he let go of me, blood seeping through my teeth, the sharp taste of iron coating my tongue in the most disgusting way possible.
"Say my name!" he screamed, before punching me right on the ear.
This time, a ringing noise filled my brain as I desperately tried to crawl my way out. Of course, his squad was there to stop me, hoisting me up by the armpits until I'm once again eye leveled with the dickbag named Ian.
"Say me name." He then punched me right on my eye.
I wasn't entirely sure what happened next, except for the fact that I ended up with a huge black eye and bruised everywhere. And then she appeared.
"Stop!" Some crazy girl screamed from what sounded like a mile away.
She must be in Gryffindor.
"Ian what are you doing to him? Stop this! Go find someone else to beat up." She scolded as she marched her way towards us.
"I will, if you go on a date with me." He replied, slyly.
"Fuck off," she replied.
They all gave a big laugh, the two assholes finally releasing me from their sausage fingers. "He's pretty much pulp anyways," he said as he gave me one last kick on the shin. Then he and his goons left.
"I'm sorry about him." She said.
I got up, painfully, before getting a good look at her. Except, she looked like a huge blueberry because of my swollen eye that was throbbing in pain.
"My name is Rain, by the way." She stuck her hand out as if she was intending for me to shake.
I regret acting like such a bitch because the next thing I did was I walked away, towards home. I just wanted to stick a bag of frozen mangos on my eye.