Taken

Late

Argh! I was in that awful position again – that one where your eyes feel glued closed. I do find it a little bit easier to open them, but it's still very annoying.

I now feel a bit less light-headed, and I feel fresher than normal. They wheeled me back into my abominable hospital suite, and I see that same woman sitting nervously on the armchair nearby. It hit me – the woman was my mother! Of course it was! How could I be so dumb?! "MAMA!" I yelled in relief! I went up and ran into her arms. I started crying all over her, and I didn't care if the doctors wanted me back in the bed or was happy with me staying where I was. I think they were happy where I was, because they just smiled and made an encountered look to my mum and winked. I think they were trying to mouth, "I'll leave you two alone."

"Why am I in hospital, mum?" I asked. "Someone tiptoed behind you and pushed you so hard to the concrete! You fell forwards, and fainted." Mum explained. I think I know who pushed me... Mason.

Mason has thick, black hair and he wears a hoodie backwards. He gives you an inviting grin when he meets you, acts all lovely, then he turns a little horny. He gives you the most cheesiest pickup lines ever! He would always stand close to you, cupping your face in his hands, then when you slap him & runs away, he sprints as fast as a fucking cheetah, then once you slow down or stop, he tiptoes ever so lightly, pushes you to the ground so hard, you faint. It's happened to me a lot of times, but I never end up in hospital. He acts all mean around you and sometimes he even avoids you as much as possible. But, he never went to rape me today. He just made me faint. If it was him.

"Oh, you're awake!" A nurse came in, interrupting my train of thought. "We need a blood test and a urine sample. After that, you're free to go to school!" I sighed. I didn't want to go back to school with a colossal (big) bandaid on my forehead from the push. And, if Mason was the fucking pusher that got me into hospital in the first place, why would I want to face him?! But it was too late. Before I knew it, I was already in the school grounds.

I walked into school with the bulky, heavy bag on my back. I didn't know where my classroom is. The number is 206.

After a while of searching and searching, I walked up my new classroom steps, took a breath and opened the door.

"YOU! DON'T YOU DARE OPEN MY CLASSROOM DOOR WITHOUT KNOCKING!" I see the teacher with his bell cupped in his hands. He gives me a abominable frown, making his face go like a tomato of anger. I didn't mean to, but I had to chuck a laugh. Bad idea. "YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY TO COME INTO MY CLASSROOM WITHOUT KNOCKING? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" "No sir, I don't think it's funny to enter your classroom without knocking. And I am late, I'm one of the classmates!" "YOU ARE LATE? GO TO THE OFFICE RIGHT NOWWW!" I had to refuse. "My leg hurts. I need to sit down. I might go to the office later." That was a lie. I see Mason up the back with the most evil, sheepish grin on his face. I'm pale.  "WELL THEN," the teacher actually calmed a bit. "Go sit in the spot next to Mason. My name is Mr. Sraenda, people call me Mr. Srae or Mr. S for short.

As I sat down and shoved my tub in, I looked at the board. In the corner of my eye I keep seeing Mason seeking attention. I finally look down at him. "Did you like that hospital trip?" Masons grin turned even wider. "H-how did you know about hospital?" I asked. I wanted to see if he was to scared to admit it. But these days people claim Mason as, like, the most bravest human being in the history of beings. "I was the one who pushed you." He said at last. "Why? Why would you be so childish to even—" "NO TALKING!" Mr. S screamed. I went red. I was embarrassed. Everyone laughed. "QUIET CHILDREN!"

At lunch, we continued our conversation. "What I was trying to say, Mason, is why would you be so childish to even make me faint for no reason?" I exclaimed. "Oh, there is a reason." Mason winked at me. What was he doing? "What's the reason?" I said, crossing my arms. "Well, a few weeks ago I tried to —" I cut him off. "Rape me?" "..no, no! I was trying to fucking bond with you!" Yeah, he was trying to bond by attempting a rape act. "You ran away. And you know MY rules. Bond, Run, Faint." Mason raised his eyebrows. "Now, I hate you. So leave me alone." "Gladly." I replied.