Yesterday wasn't too bad, except for the constant staring, sitting alone at lunch and the small amount of whispering, but I tried not to let that get to me. It was my first day, what did i expect?
It's lunch, and i'm sitting by myself at a lonely table. I look around at all the other tables, full of people laughing and talking. It makes me miss Andrea and the rest of my group back in Cape May a lot.
I sigh as i throw my hoodie over my head, poking at the salad on my tray.
Suddenly, the table shakes and my tray bounces up in my face.
"Wtf?!" i whisper shout looking up, to see a girl. She had brown hair with blonde streaks, grey eyes and she looked very, strong.
She narrows her eyes down at me. "Nice hair, who did it? A pony?" she laughs.
"Excuse me?" i say with anger. Clearly i haven't done anything wrong to her. But, does my hair look that bad?
She laughs. "get off"
"get off what?" i say, angrily.
"get off my table. I let you have it yesterday, but me and my group are taking it back" she says, I look at the other 3 girls and 2 other boys standing around her.
There's clearly something wrong with this chick, it's just a table. "Okay, firstly my hair was not made by a pony and secondly it's just a table. Why should i move?" I ask, which was a pretty stupid thing to ask because, by now, i would have been gone without a problem. But no, i had to get my way. That's how my stupid brain works, and now i have to fight for the dumb table.
"You seriously want to fight? Just get off you asshole!" she shouts.
"what is wrong with you, I didn't do anything to you. No wonder why people say blondies are stupid." i shout back, standing up.
"excuse me!" she says disgust, getting up in my face.
"what? it's true." i say getting up in her face.
The next minute, she swings at my head and knocks me to the floor. It was a pretty hard swing, because i hit the ground hard.
I clutch my hand over my cheek bone, where she hit it. I try my best not to show that i care.
"Bitch hit me" she says crouching down to me.
My breath picks up, i breath through my nose, closing my eyes. "No" i say through the pain.
She pulls at my hair. "Oww!"
"Hit me!" she shouts.
By now, nearly the whole school is crowded around us, chanting Fight! Fight!
I don't want to fight, it only makes things worse. But, it also makes me look like a wimp, so it's also a bad idea.
I cover my head, just incase she tries to hit me again.
Soon the chanting has stopped and when i open my eyes again, everyone has left. I see the girl and her group talking to a teacher, she's being very aggressive.
I feel my eye puff up, for some reason hot tears start to appear in my eyes. I'm not crying though, probably just my body reacting to the hit. With the little sight i have, i look up at another girl, standing in front of me.
"need help?" she says, holding out her hand for me to grab it.
I reach out for her hand and she pulls me to my feet. "thanks" i whisper.
"you okay?" she asks me.
I look at her, it's Julia, from English.
"ahh" i stutter. "yeah, i'm fine" i say rubbing my now bruised cheek bone.
"Lillian is such a bitch, you didn't do anything." she says looking over at her. Lillian is staring at the both of us, she has fury in her eyes.
"Just try to stay away from her, she has 'anger' issues" Julia whispers to me, leading me to the sick bay.
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Today has been such a wreck. After the punch I got from Lillian, i feel so weak and tired. It's like she punched the energy out of me.
School has finally finished and i'm walking through the halls, going to my locker to grab my bag. I feel like the out cast in this school, and it's only been 2 days. I want to go back to my old school in my old town.
Once i've gotten my bag, i rush to get out, heading for my house, which is a 5 minutes walk.
On my way, it started to rain, making massive puddles everywhere. Of corse i had no umbrella, as usual. The puddles form on the road, so as i walk past one, a car speeds over it, soaking me from head to toe.
"Can you slow down!" I shout, but obviously they can't hear me.
Right now, i feel like no one is listening, it's like my voice is unheard.
With every step i take, my feet squelch inside my shoes. The cold wind blows in my face, numbing it.
Maybe if i just wait till the rain blows over. I think to myself.
I look around for a building or a tree to stand under until the rain stops. I see an old, graffitied building, made of brick and different coloured stained windows, which the majority of them were broken.
I run up the small steps that lead to the front door. It covered me from the rain. The blue wooden door was slightly open, i peer through it, it's dark and dusty. I have the urge to go inside, besides, it looks like no one goes here anymore.
I look around to see if anyone is looking, before slowly emerging into the building.
Patches of light peek through the broken windows and the floor is full of saw dust. The ceiling looks like its about to fall off and each step i take, makes a loud creek, the floor boards must be very weak.
I walk through what looks like old gym lockers, observing the rest of the building. I see lots of old school gym equipment like, speed bags, gym balls, weights and... boxing bags?
"Oh my god" i gasp. Its an old boxing gym.
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Uppercut /// Grayson Dolan
Fanfiction"you were 35 points ahead!" he shouts. I don't reply. "Jess, I thought you weren't scared of her." he says walking closer to me. "Well I'm human! Okay?" i say, hesitating a little. "And i'm terrified"
