"Hello, my name is Trevor Patters. I'm from England and--"
I covered his mouth with my hand and glared at him.
"Yeah, I fu*kin' know. Now will you just shut up before we get caught." I said as I gritted my teeth.
He nodded and took a inhale after I...
These were the names they called me at middle school.
Just because I freakin' thought the boy' s restroom was the girl's, I've been called names, bullied by the "queens of middle school", and obviously ignored by my brother.
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"Hey! It's Stalker!" Someone yelled across the hallway.
"Ignore them." said Rudy.
"I'm trying." I said gritting my teeth.
"I heard it was because she likes John." whispered a girl.
John... John is the most dull-witted, idiotic, stupid dude I've ever met. He was my partner for our history project and well, it was the most horrid presentation I've ever been in. He said that the Egyptians lived in China because they loved corn. Like WTH?! Like where on earth did he get that information from?
"I don't..." I mumbled.
"Really? I heard she did plastic surgery to change her gender because she thought she was ugly." someone yelled out.
"She still is." yelled a boy with a slight british accent.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
"C'mon. Let's go to class." said Rudy as she grasped my wrist and pulled me to the direction of class.
Instead, I just stayed there, my feet glued on the floor.
"Shut up." I said.
"What?" the boy with the accent asked.
"Are you deaf?'', I looked straight at the boy,"I said SHUT UP!"
And then well I kicked his butt and he punched me and then well...we got sent to the principal's office.
At the principal's office 🌹
"Principal, I swear it wasn't me. She was the one who first attacked me to the floor."said the boy. His accent made it sound weird.
The principal, Mrs. Kim, was looking at both of us with one eye glued on each of us. It was creepy. Seriously, can any of you guys do that?
"What are you talking about? You were the one who was calling me names." I said.
"What are you---"
"Students, CALM DOWN."said the principal
And we did.
"In this school, we don't care about who started it but if you made the right decision; to ignore or to listen to them. It looks like you both made the wrong decision; to listen."said the principal with her eyes glued onto us.
"But everyone makes mistakes and you learn from them. So next time, no, IF this happens again, we will have a conference with your parents involved. Understood?"
We both nodded.
"You are dismissed."said the principal.
We slowly and carefully went out the door and walked toward to each of classes.
"My bum is on fire, thanks to you."said the boy.
"And my face has a black eye, thanks to you."I said.
He laughed.
"Well, I am a master at martial arts." He said as he held out two fists.
This time, I laughed and asked,"What belt?"
"Uh...Blue." He said.
"Isn't that the 6th rank or something?" I asked.
"5TH!!! It's the fifth rank." He exclaimed.
"Oh, but hey," I stopped," What's your name? I've never seen you before."
"Name's Trevor and I'm a transfer student from England. I'll be leaving in a few days." He said as he waved at me and walked into his class.
Trevor, huh?
"Well, IT WAS NICE TO MEET YOU!!" I yelled.
"Elena! Come in! We were just starting on our figure drawing project."said Ms. Uhre with her apron colored with a variety of colors
"Yes, Ms.Uhre. I'm coming!" I said as I ran to the class.
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Not bad, hmm. Made a new friend (who left 3 days after that incident), got a black eye (which soon disappeared after 4 days), and still has a bitc*y brother (who still gets fame from being the star soccer player).
Right after Trevor left, the bullying started again and more unlucky things happened to me (such as almost being burn on fire, made a explosion in the lab and burned about 2 forearms). After these unlucky things happened, the students there finally decided that they shouldn't even interact with me because unlucky things may happen to them.
