That One About Baylee

The Great Escape

This is it. Its 7:30. The bus should be coming any second, and I have one objective; to run past my neighbor, who desperately wants to beat the ever-loving shit out of me, and make it to the bus on time, unscathed.

Easy, right? You have no clue.

I slip on my backpack, and jam a few pencils into the side. Carefully, I slip down the stairs, trying my hardest not to make any noises so my mom won't wake up and go full 'angry hangover mode'. Looking out the window to the right of the door, I see an all too familiar sight. Justin, waiting patiently outside, fist clenched, and a look of pure excitement on his face. 

Most would see this as friendly, but I know better. He could easily knock me down with just one well placed hit, and he knows it.

This could end in one of two ways. 

One, with me on the ground, in horrible pain while others on the bus laugh their asses off. Or two, me making it onto the bus surrounded by the frustrated groans of my peers claiming, "She should have been knocked down that time!", or "Stupid luck.", and my personal favorite, "She should just let it happen."

Now, for the real task. Quietly, I creak the door open, and Justin notices right away. He charges at my front door, in a sad attempt to get me. It fails, and the bus pulls up to my house. Then, I realize that I have a perfect opportunity to escape through my broken window while Justin guards the door. 

Sneaking over to my room without my enemies knowledge was no easy feat, a lot of crouching was involved, but eventually, I go over there. Mission Impossible style. I took a running start and jumped out my window. Thank god my room's on the first floor, or else that would have been a huge mistake. 

Justin didn't notice me until I was half way to the bus, but he still caught up to me. He threw an extremely hard punch at me. It was so intense, It seemed to go in slow motion. His fist, steadily aiming for my solar plexus, the way-too-determined look in his eyes, I could see it all. I could practically feel the anxious stares of my classmates on me, anticipation in the air like fog in Seattle. I almost felt bad for all of them when I managed to narrowly dodge the fist, and jump into the busses doorway before anything else could happen. 

Sighs of disappointment rung throughout the entire bus. I swear, even the driver had a look of sorrow on his face when i got in. I was so tired from coming up with my morning plan, that I didn't notice where I had sat down. 

Right next to my school bully. The only one who actually had the balls to make fun of the outcast. 

Jase Morrow.