Bad Boys Fall For the Innocent

Chapter One ~ Another Year of Torture

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Chapter One ~ Another Year of Torture 

I clutched my bag to my chest, people rushing forward from either side of me. The daunting building mocked me, daring me to enter. I felt like I was dangling from a skyscraper, and with one more blow from the wind, I would fall to my doom. This feeling rarely occurred to me, I was usually so confident in everything. Yet this was a special occasion. The first day of school.

Suddenly I was jerked forward by some stupid kid that was apparently in a rush. "Hey! Watch where you're going you blind nincompoop," is what I would have said...if I wasn't so shy. Instead, I mumbled an apology which I didn't think he heard. Grumbling, I looked back to the school building.

Come on Riya, you can do this. You've survived three years already, what's one more? Giving myself a determined nod, I entered the building.

School's like your second home. You practically spend half a day, most days of the week, every month except three, every year for many years until you graduate. So it would make sense that it makes you feel good inside, like it's where you belong right?

Wrong.

School's a place where you get judged, for everything. Secretly, openly, in the bathroom's, in the teacher's lounge, everywhere you look, you would see kids who put on brave faces so that the rest of the world wouldn't throw tomatoes on them. Or it's a place where you can experience humiliation, guilt, loneliness, and if you're lucky, peacefulness.

That's always been my dream. To go to school and have everyone be nice to each other, treating each other kindly, being friendly, not judging or backstabbing. That's the kind of place where I would want to go. But unfortunately, no such place exists and I was stuck here for the rest of the year.

Clearing my mind, I headed inside and began walking towards my locker, pushing and shoving through a minefield of atomic bombs. One lipstick smudge could mean a whole cat-fight. A single deflated soccer ball could mean a battle to the end, or until the teachers break them up. And my small frame was not helping. More like how a Monarch butterfly wants to fly to Mexico but it gets swept up into a Kansas tornado instead.

Suddenly, I was shoved violently, sending me tumbling to the floor and my binder filled with papers scattering all over the hallway. "No no no no no!" I watched helplessly from my spot amongst the ants as people stomped over all of my hard summer's work. No one seemed to give a crap that I was sitting here. Like I was completely invisible. "That was two book reports and a month's worth of lab assignments!" I whispered angrily to no one in particular. The stampede rushed off, leaving me alone in an empty hallway.

Upset, I crawled all around to grab my assignments with clear muddy footprints imprinted across the middle. I was definitely going to be late. And on the first day of school!

Curse you stupid summer work, why couldn't paper be in black? I heard some snickers from the school's cliché bad boy group, making me sick to my stomach. They were always picking on someone, one way or another. There was Liam, who was the absolute player, Ronnie, the prankster, Xavier, the only good guy who I don't even know why he was hanging out with them, Zamir, the athlete, and the nastiest grinch, the top dog, was none other than Aaron. The one who tripped me in Chemistry, the one who made girls cry form broken hearts, the one that made all the boys jealous, the meanest, evilest, jerk in the planet, Aaron.

They're hanging out around the lockers, apparently not caring if they were late for their class or not.

Ronnie nudged Aaron by the elbow, chuckling, "Look at that, she fell...again." They cracked up in laughter at my own demise.

Liam butted in, "Just like in Chemistry remember?"

Their cruel laughs echoed through my brain. Chewing up my thought process and spitting out like a virus.

I immediately stood up, giving them an embarrassed look before running off to my class, trying to forget about my embarrassing moment. There was no time to make a pit stop at my locker. I had to make a good impression on my teachers or my mom was going to kill me.

English was my first class, and I had a muddy book report to turn in. I slipped into class just as the bell rang.

Yes! I made it.

I sighed in relief, sitting at a random seat somewhere in the middle.

All around, kids were talking to each other excitedly about what happened over the summer. I skimmed over the class, I recognized most of them from last year but I doubted anyone would recognize me.

I rolled my eyes at some of the conversations about their summer vacations. I had no time for friends when all I was doing was extra work. Volunteering at the Library, doing a bunch of curricular activities, getting ahead in school work. I finished a math elective and a Chemistry course over the summer too. All so my College application would be extraordinary. I mean, my life was already chosen, I had to be a doctor. My parents were doctors, my relatives, my cousins, everyone I knew was studying to be doctors, so that left me with no choice. Stupid doctor it was.

I frowned, feeling lonely once again. When I was little, we used to live in St. Louis, Missouri. I hated it there more than anything. My life was living torture, even in the innocent years of Elementary it was horrible. And when I started middle school, it turned into hell. Constantly I was bullied, called names, pushed, shoved, made fun at. It hurt, being called a terrorist everyday of my life. But of course, I couldn't tell my parents that, they wouldn't understand. All they understood was school. "Be first," they said, "be the best, pass all your classes. Do more, do more, do better." It was like that for me. Ever. Day.

Sometimes I envied the kids who could choose their lives. What to do, where to go. Those who wouldn't get bullied because of their skin color. Then I would realize that I wasn't alone. Millions of others were in the same position as me. I may even have it better, but that didn't even in the slightest, make me feel better.

Luckily though, halfway through 9th grade my dad got a better job in Atlanta, Georgia, and that's where we moved. I couldn't have been happier about that. A new start right? Well, it wasn't all that big of a change. I was still bullied every once in a while, and my future was still set out in front of me.

Mr. Hummer walked in exactly when the late bell rang, shaking me out of my pitiful thoughts. I watched as he sat in his chair, placing a stack of papers neatly on the desk. He placed his bag on the side and stood up, facing the class.

"Welcome Seniors, to Mr. Hummer's British-English Literary Analysis Course. I hope you all have had the most wonderful summer break, I do recognize some of you from my summer class so welcome back. But before we begin let's give a warm welcome to our new student, Viola Autumns." He smiled at a girl who was sitting in the row behind me. I turned to see the new girl, clapping along with the rest of the class. She had long red hair that was held back with a floral headband, and piercing blue eyes that matched her blue ruffle top and midnight black shorts. She looked stunning, especially when she smiled back at our teacher, in the process, showing off her pearly white teeth.

"I'm so glad to be here, thank you Mr. Hummer." I could already tell that she was someone that everyone wanted to meet. Especially because of the murmurs that were going around. She looked around the room and suddenly her eyes landed on me. She gave me a curious glance which I returned with a small, confused smile before turning back to the front. I sighed, just another girl who would probably end up as another top chick in this school. I scoffed, like Maya needed another robotic minion. Ugh.

"Right, well let's get started shall we? We have another great year ahead of us, I can feel it."

Yeah right. 

^Picture of Shraddha Kapoor as Riya^ ;) She's just so awesome!

 Hope you love the story! I know that it's a little blahhhh, but I'm trying so just bear with me. 

~Rainbow