The Mind Trap.

Hurry.

Since I started seventh grade everything got worse in my life but this is just a story of the past.

From the first day of school I sensed that everything was going to get worse in my life, and that's exactly what happened.

' This school is so big. I think I might get lost in here.' I thought to myself, letting out a quiet sigh while walking through the crowded corridor. A herd of students packed inside walking and rushing to class, I swore it was a stampede. I slowly walked through the crowd pushing my way pass trying not to bump into anyone. I looked up at the classrooms searching desperately for classroom 103.

I transferred schools due to the fact that it would be easier to come to here instead of my old middle school which was approximately thirty minutes away.

'I rather go to that sick, juvenile school, it's better reaching home late and seeing that your good for nothing mother is sound asleep.' I thought to myself.

The next classroom was classroom 103. "Finally." I murmured, my shoulders tugging down at me in relief.

"Ouch.......!" I heard a boy screamed, yelling at the top of his lungs.

I turned to my right, my head spun quickly to see a twelve​ year old boy pushing this other kid into the locker.

The other kid had a painted vanilla coffee skin, his midnight hair was swept creating a side part and his ashy eyes screamed fear.

I had no idea who this kid was but I didn't wanted to see him get hurt, suddenly memories of what had happen the night before flashed into my head, my mother toke a wooden spoon and continuously hit me on my back with it.

I dropped my bag, stood and stare for a few seconds, digesting the painful memory of her dreadful actions towards me then the thought of helping the other boy came back slapping me in my face.

I ran towards him clutching his arm and pulling him away from the bully, pushing him to my right to safety.

The bully now stood in front of me, his face was shaped with anger and he started to turn red, as if this was a cartoon smoke would be blowing out his ears. His eyes were flushed with rage, his eyebrows were shaped with annoyance and his fist positioned to charge a full blow towards my direction.

Pulling the kid away from the bully caused me to get punched with full force in my shoulder, luckily, ' Good thing it wasn't my head, inches away.' I thought to myself.

My shoulder scorched with pain but I covered my face with a fearless expression, shaping my eyebrows with anger and hooded my eyes over with rage.

This made the bully strike another punch towards my way but my reflexes kicked in and I docked the blow running out of his way from under him on his right causing him to hit the wall next to the lockers instead, his hand started to get red and he fell to the ground holding his left hand with his free right hand and falling to his knees, his hand was a blazing fire.

He was in pain and he shed a tear of defeat I suggested to myself but by the looks of him, he doesn't go down without a fight.

This was my chance to escape and so I did.

I ran towards the classroom door picking up my black jansport bag pulling the other boy in my direction begging , "Come, hurry, run!"

He stood there with his eyes wide open and his mouth shaped in amazement.

I pulled him again trying to break him out of his deep trance state forcing him to recognize reality. He broke away from the trance after my second pull on his arm and started following me as I sprinted through the corridor, students making way for us, I pushed him in front of me with my right hand as we passed the classroom before my classroom, the bully had got up onto his feet noticing that we were running from him, he dashed of into our direction following us.

My heart was thumping out of my chest and I was panting, struggling for air as I run, a trickle of sweat slowly flowed down the side of my face.

'This was the fastest I run since....ever!' I thought to myself.

We both ran through the hallway searching for somewhere we can hide and be safe from that bully then we headed to the only room we saw open, the nurse's office.

The bully was now loosing us as he stops to take a breath gasping for air he bent down, his hands holding his knees as he opened his mouth to inhale the air that he has lost.

We started to run even faster adrenaline pumping throughout our body and sped into the office the other boy reaching in first and threw his bag on the tiled flooring.

I locked the door behind me quickly placing my bag next to his and the other boy pushed a small filing cabinet in front of the door preventing the bully from getting in.

"Hopefully that'll hold him." He blurted out.

As we started to walk back slowly away from the door panting, reassuring our body with the oxygen it​ has lost, the bully tried to open the door by the knob but his attempts were futile, he tried to push open the door slamming his left shoulder against the wooden structure but that was also useless since the filing cabinet was preventing his entry.

'Apparently his left arm didn't get injured enough. What a shame.' I thought to myself.

He then mutters, "You can run but can't hide Prescott!" talking to the other boy, apparently.

Right after the bully left slamming his hand on the door in defeat before walking away, both of us were relieved or bodies tugging us down to the ground.My heart had stopped pouncing against chest and a weight suddenly lifted from my body for a moment.

"Who are you?" I asked squinting my eyes at the other boy, intrigued, " The greater question is who are you, but my name is Prescott, Jake Prescott."

"My name is Kaleb Roberts, nice to meet you Jake," I commented trying to avoid small talk due to the fact that we were both already late to class.

I got up onto my feet and headed to the door towards the cabinet and started to push it away from the door. I wasn't that strong back then but I managed to do it by pushing all my weight against it, skating my feet against the flooring causing it to move. I had almost fall which would had led my to fall straight on my face

He chuckled at my attempts passing his palms down his face.

"Am hey, thanks for helping me back there, not much people do that."

"Am, yeah no problem bro but we're late for class so can we leave and go before we have to stay back in school." I advised after I finished pushing the cabinet away from the door.

" Yeah, sure, am sorry about that." He apologized his grey eyes widened as he got to his feet before we both picked up our bags from the ground.

I open the door searching out the hallway from behind the wood frame of the door to see if the bully was anywhere close lucky enough he wasn't and we both walked out the office letting him go first before I closed the door behind me.

As we run back to class through the deserted hallway I recognized that the bully was walking out the school doors.

I questioned Jake whispering, " Who is he?" Jake replied in disgust, " That's David, he's the school's bully, I wish he would just leave me alone." He grimaced not giving me any further details.

"Hey don't worry bro everything will be okay." I murmured patting his back twice before we went into class.