(At School, Day 3)
“It was the freak! She ruined my essay! I know she did!” I could hear Calum shouting at his friends, Lance, Georgia, and Mickey, about me. In a panic, I gathered all of my books and endeavored making it to class before I was pummeled to a pulp. Calum ran after me and cornered me in the hallway. I felt like an animal being trapped right before they slit its throat. I knew this would be the end of my somewhat decent face. Once Calum was done with me, my face would most definitely be so horribly distorted that I wouldn’t be able to go to school because of how ugly I would be. As for the rest of me, would look completely purple because my entire body would be bruised up.
“I will mess you up so badly that people would think you got hit buy a bus.” Calum threatened. It was the best comparison to the type of damage he could actually do. As I was mentally preparing myself for the intense physical pain I would have to undergo in a few seconds, I heard a punch being thrown and the sound of it making contact with someone’s face. I didn’t feel any pain, so I wasn’t the one who was punched. I opened my eyes to find Calum stunned by the excruciating pain he was experiencing. A figure was looming over Calum. He had piercing blue eyes that connected with my green eyes. Ashton had just punched his best friend and nearly knocked him out cold. I stared at him for a few moments, trying to comprehend how this happened and whether to be scared or grateful towards Ashton.
“Are you okay?” I was stilled stunned as to what had just happened. It took me a few seconds to comprehend the question and find a response worth saying.
“Yeah” I whispered under my breath. Too plain Maddie! I mentally cursed. How cliche, I thought. The helpless girl is about to get beat up, and here comes her knight in chucks and a beanie.
“No, really are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost. It looks like all the color has been drained out of your face.” Ash asked with an extremely concerned tone. I didn’t know what to do.
I felt the tears swelling up in my eyes, and knew that they would start to pour down like Niagara Falls. I had to get out of here. I ran without saying thank you or showing any act of gratitude. I couldn’t take it, with those eyes looking right through me, as if they were looking at my deepest, darkest secrets. While running to the bathroom I nearly tripped on my own two feet. I locked myself in a stall and attempted to wipe the tears. Once I felt a bit more stable, I washed my face to get rid of the redness and swelling from crying. “What just happened?” I quietly screamed. My sobs were muffled by the sleeve of my shirt. The redness and swelling had returned and I gave up, letting the confusion and frustration take over me.
A girl had walked into the restroom. I hadn’t even noticed until a couple of seconds after that she was staring at me as if I wasn’t human. It was a cold stare, full of pity and annoyance. I ignored her, and then attempted to clean myself up so that I at least looked, somewhat, presentable.
