Bullied By Scott Hoying

Chapter 3

I groaned as the loud sound of my alarm clock rang through the room, signalling that it was 7.00am. 

Wyatt started hissing at it as per usual until I opened one eye and slapped the off button repeatedly until it was quiet.

My whole body still ached from the day before.

I don't usually take a shower in the morning, so I just picked out some blue leggings and a black  T - shirt with "The Walking Dead" written across it.

I styled my hair,  brushed my teeth teeth and went downstairs to grab something small. I never eat much, part of the reason is because Scott calls me fat, but part of it is just that I never really think about eating.

I grabbed an apple and began to open a packet of food for Wyatt, before I remembered I had leftover chicken from the day before yesterday. I laughed when he practically pounced on it.

I grabbed my phone from the kitchen table and saw that that it was almost 7.30am.

I grabbed my schoolbag, slipped on a pair of blue vans and headed out the door.

My first class was math, I think the only people who like maths are the ones who are good at it.
So, I like math, I might sound like a bit of a geek compared to Scott or basically any other kid in my school, but I like keeping my grades high. I like all my classes except biology. I don't know why, it just doesn't agree with me.

My math teacher is also my homeroom teacher, and when I walked into class, my teacher was standing with a girl, an incredibly beautiful one, I might add.

She had blond hair that reached down just past her shoulders, it was slightly curly and she had beautiful hazel eyes that were almost hidden behind long eyelashes.

She looked extremely shy and was standing  next to Mrs. W playing with her thumbs.

She looked up at me and I smiled. She blushed and looked down again.

Just then, the bell rang and the last people rushed into class. Thankfully, Scott was in one of  the back corners of the room, far away from me as I was sitting in the front middle.

"Okay class, settle down, settle down!" Mrs. W said sternly,
"now we have a new student in our school! Her name is Kirstie Maldonado and I expect you all to be very nice to her! Kirstie, would you like to tell us some things about yourself?" she finished, kindly.

Kirstie looked up and gave the class a shy smile. She looked at me for a second and her smile widened. She kept her eyes on me as she spoke,
"Hi everyone! As you already know, my name is  Kirstie Maldonado, I love singing,"
I love singing...
"reading and writing,"
I love reading and writing...
"and being with my two dogs Olaf and Pascal."
I love being with my pet too...

She never took her eyes off me. I was blushing profusely the whole time.

"Thank you Kirstie, I hope everyone will make you feel welcome here!" Mrs. W said kindly.

She sat down next to me and got out her math textbook.

Class went by slowly until the bell finally rang, signalling that it was lunchtime.

I stayed behind to finish off the last few math problems. I stood up and started walking towards the door when something banged against my chest making me fall to the floor.

"oh my gosh I am so sorry!" I heard Kirstie's sweet voice say,
"I was going to ask Mrs. W where the lunchroom is and I wasn't looking where I was going!"

She reached out a hand to help me up and I took it gratefully. I adjusted my hair and smiled at her.

"It's fine, I can show you where the lunchroom is." I said kindly.

She nodded and followed me out of the classroom. We were sitting at lunch across from each other while I examined Kirstie's timetable. I looked up at her grinning.

"we have choir next together. And I have all my classes with you except biology and physics." she groaned,

"I hate biology!" she said and I giggled. "me too, but at least we have choir next."

She nodded and we ate in silence. We had just finished when the bell rang.

Choir was on the other side of school so we had to hurry. I took Kirstie's wrist lightly and lead her down the halls to choir.

The choir teacher is my favorite teacher. He is so nice to everyone and always compliments me on my voice, though I have never sang in front of the class before, just for him in private.

We walked in and he smiled at both of us.
"you must be the new girl Kirstie, I'm Alex, so nice to meet you!" Kirstie smiled shyly and nodded.

I sat down in my usual seat and Kirstie sat next to me. Alex shut the door and smiled at everyone.

"class, come up the front and bring your chairs. Sit in a circle, we will sing some songs."
The class obeyed and we all brought our chairs to the front of the room and sat down.
"Does anyone have a suggestion on what song to sing?"
Kirstie's hand shot up before she realised what she was doing, but before she could put it down, Alex nodded in her direction.

"Ummm telephone?" Kirstie asked, hesitantly. Alex smiled and nodded,
"why don't you lead and the rest of us will follow?" Kirstie promptly nodded and started singing.

Her voice was sweet and angelic. I started singing too and she smiled. The class was just singing along with her, which I found boring, so I started to harmonize. I gradually heard the classes voices begin to stop, I didn't care. I saw the class staring at us but I just smiled. Suddenly, Kirstie stopped, blushing. 
"sorry, I got carried away, didn't I?"
Alex grinned, "no no no! Absolutely not! You and Mitch are really something else!"

This time I was the one blushing  and I smiled at Kirstie. I looked over the room and saw Scott staring at me in awe. He smiled at me. I got really nervous, I thought I was going to have an anxiety attack right then and there!

I shook it off and picked up my seat, taking it back to my desk.

Alex started talking about composers and I was taking notes, but all the time I felt Scott's gaze on the back of my head, like it was burning holes through my skull.

The bell rang and the whole class, including me this time, rushed out. I pulled Kirstie along behind me to my locker.

"what was that  about?" she said, slightly exasperatedly.

I took a deep breath and began pouring my heart out to Kirstie, telling her my life story.