Growing up (Get Scared Fanfic)

Hell in the Hallways

Nick's Pov.

So Brad and I have now been friends for a month. We've been doing a bunch of stupid shit together, like ding dong ditching and leaving random stuff at people's doors. Not gonna lie, it was pretty fun. Seeing people open the door to find a tennis ball with a face on it is hilarious. There was this one house we stopped by and the old man opened the door before we were far enough to hide, so he threw a fork in our direction.

He's been pestering me though, asking me if I'm depressed. I told him several times that I'm not, but he kept questioning and questioning. He'd ask in different ways and sometimes he'sd make it more subtle than other times. 'Hey are you depressed?' 'Sometimes I feel kind of low, depressed even, do you feel like that?' 'You know, my friend is depressed and he says you look like you are too.' It doesn't always bother me. It would bug me more if he tried convincing me to go to therapy.

I sat down to eat my bowl of cereal, as my mom sat down beside me. She smiled as she put her blonde hair in a pony tail. She ruffled my hair after putting hers up.

"I get out of work early today so i can pick you up from school." she said.

"Cool" i responded.

"But I want you to get retake your science test" she told me.

"But-"

"No buts. I don't want you failing school." she explained, with sass.

"I'm not failing i have a 72" I argued.

"But you got 53 on your test so you are retaking it" she demanded.

"Fine whatever" I rolled my eyes. I hate staying after school. I don't want to be at school any longer than I already have too. I don't even understand why she wants me to retake it, if I failed it the first time, what makes her think I'll do any better this time. I haven't even studied to re do it.

After school, I retook my test like I was instructed to. I probably flunked it again. I still don't know what the hell a ribosome does or why need to. I walked through the empty hallway to my locker to get my stuff. I twisted the lock right 32 left 16 and the right again to 09. I pulled out my backpack and shoved my binder into it. I closed my locker, then began hearing footsteps followed by laughs. I turned my head in the direction of the voices.

"Well look who we have he here" guy named Jeremy said to his two friends.

I shot up and bolted away. This guy is the worst. He gets physical when it comes to bullying people. Last month he punched the air out of me as I walked by him. My heart pounding in my throat, i turned the corner, but they're too fast. They play football and are a foot taller than me. They started catching up to me, so I tried to run faster, but it's no use. Jeremy reached for my longish blonde hair and yanked me back.

"Ow! Let me go!" I yelled, as he laughed.

Some dumbass left their locker open right in front of us. He pulled my closer to the locker by my hair, then pounded my face into the corner of the locker door. It hit me right under my left eye. I screamed in agony, as he let me go. I touched my face and felt blood begin to run down my face. He looked at me with an evil grin. I stayed on the floor, hoping he wouldn't do anything else.

"You're such a fag. You should just kill yourself, you know." he said. He's right. I didn't say anything back, to minimize the chance that he'll hit me. He and his friends walked away, as he high fived them both.

I rolled over on my back and started crying. The pain coming from my face was probably the worst pain I've ever felt. I closed my eyes and let the blood mix with my tears. I got up and felt my hands shake and my heart and face throb. I walked slowly to the bathroom to clean up my face.