No One's Invincible

°schools in°

After a 'blissfull' weekend at home, Wally was almost relieved to be released into the cage that was school. Things were better there; not a lot better, but better.

He didn't really need friends there.
It meant he didn't need to keep himself happy-go-lucky all the time when what he felt sometimes was the opposite. It meant no one cared at school but also that he didn't worry anyone.

People shouldn't worry about things that don't matter.
Or people that don't matter.
There's no point in it.

There was the issue of bullying but wally just put up with it. It was never as bad as his dad's......the only word he could think of was, well,  lessons.

On a good note, that morning, he got up fully healed.

He decided to make it a habit of not getting in his father's way on Saturdays so teachers wouldn't worry if they saw bruises. They would probably think it was bullies anyway.
After last night wally had a feeling that his dad wouldn't give up the new habit of getting drunk.

He went downstairs and was relieved to find his dad wasn't up yet.

His mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. She looked so happy and Wally began to think she was trying to fool herself.

In Wally's mind, she shouldn't have to live through his father being a dick. She was worth so much more.

"Wally, I made your packed lunch for you; everything!"
Wally's mom put a brown paper bag in his blue school rucksack.

Wally felt like almost crying for some reason but he swallowed the lump in his throat and smiled.

She chuckled sweetly when she saw him just standing there.
"Come on dear, I made you breakfast."

Wally sat at the table and grinned tiredly at his mom.
"Thanks mom, you're great."

Wally's mom looked at him a little longer before putting down the plate of bacon and eggs in front of of him.

"Wally?"

"Yes mom?"

She sat down opposite him and looked in his eyes.

"You're really skinny...I don't think you've been eating enough. I didn't see you come down for food at all yesterday and when I went up to check I couldn't wake you up. I thought you were dead before I checked your breathing. Do I...do I need to tell your uncle Barry?" She looked tearfully at wally and reached for his hand.

Wally looked down at the table.

"Wally, I'm just worried that's all."

"Y-yeah I know. There's nothing wrong. I promise."

"Okay...just tell me if..if there's something. I'm your mom. I want to help you."

"I will. Oh, I need to eat don't I..." He smiled sheepishly and gobbled down the eggs and bacon. He then ate four more plates. No more food experiments for him. He didn't want to worry his mom like that ever again.

Wally's mom moved back into the kitchen to presumably make his dad breakfast. Not like he deserved it or his lovely wife.

Wally slipped his bag onto his shoulders and smoothed out the creases in his flash t-shirt.

He decided today was going to be a good day. He would not let himself be a pessimist, after all, his father often just went through phases and who could be down with such an excellent mom.

His family life would end up fine, he knew it and besides it was time for school. He had to think about his education first and foremost. 

After all, if he didn't get into a good university, his dad would be so disappointed.

Wally had arrived at school which was a five minute walk down the road from his house and was a shabby looking place that was mostly ignored by the local council and therefore ignored by anyone else but drug dealers, parents and their children.

To say it was a dodgy place would be the understatement of the year.

The bell rang and Wally went to his classroom where he sat in the back and tried to avoid eye contact by staring at his desk and putting his head in his hands.

Someone walked behind him and flicked his ear. He turned round to see a blond girl giggle and walk to the seat next to him; Allysa Walt was her name and she was notorious for being a bitch to everyone except her girls and her boyfriend.

She had actually tried to get him to be her boyfriend when he was new to the school and not known as a nerd and a slob. Apparently he was decently cute.

When he rejected her, she replaced him with a guy named Dan Selp, who was the class jockey and an all-round gorgeous guy, apparently to all the girls.

Since he rejected her, Allysa directed her bitchy tendencies towards Wally and basically tried everything she could to make his life a living hell.

So much for Highschool being the best years of your life.

Dan walked in behind Allysa and knocked Wally's desk so that all his textbooks fell on the floor. He smirked.

"Sorry about that Westie. I'll be more carefully next time." Dan drawled in his slow deep voice. He really wasn't sorry.

Wally sighed and picked his books up from the floor glancing from the corner of his eye, Dan watching him pick up his books.

As he was picking up his calculus book he noticed Allysa whispering something in Dan's ear and giggle softly. A wide smile spread across Dan's face and he nodded.

Wally stood and placed his heaps of books on his desk and suddenly felt Dan's at his back. Before he could turn around, he felt Dan grab his arm.

"Hey, freckle fuck, meet me in the bathrooms after lessons. If you don't, me and my boys will meet you out back, and you know you don't want that...do ya?" Dan whispered dangerously close to his ear. Wally felt goosebumps dance down his spine. He had been on the receiving end of many of the jockeys' gang ups.

Then Dan let go and walked to his seat. Wally could see Allysa smirking next to him. He could see the hand shaped mark on his arm throb red.

Just then the teacher walked in.

"Alright class. Settle down and take your seats please."

The rest of the lessons passed in a blur with science being the only highlight when he got his test scores back and discovered he got 100%- more than everyone in the class.

Everyone glared at him and Wally could hear whispers of nerd and geek around the class.

Oh the joys of highschool.

He knew he was a nerd, and was actually quite proud of it, but having people spit it in your face as an insult didn't help with self esteem.

And on a day where he wanted the end of the day to never come, time seemed to speed up extra fast. And that was saying something for a speedster. Usually, moments lasted hours and days lasted months to Wally. This was another little drawback of being a speedster.

As the final bell rang he could feel dread well up inside him, and an insurmountable barrier of fear built itself up in his stomach. He was not looking forward to after school.
Not at all.