Saviors (Completed)

1. Hot Drinks

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My books were all over the place. They didn't fit in my locker. Why can't they make them bigger, just a little? I sighed.

One of the many reasons I wanted to move away from here displayed in front of my weary eyes

As my books in some magical way were safely in my locker, I closed it shut as fast as my little body had powers to. I were not looking forward to open that again.

I twirled around and he walked right there.

Anthony Martinez. The schools bad boy and best Spanish talking person I ever have seen. His smokey black hair were swayed back with a wip of a hand and his emerlad green eyes had this flair to them every girl dreamt about looking into. His face appeared so dark and mysterious I could easily think of him as James Earl Jones. He could defently be a great Darth Vador. His eyes searched around the corridor, smirking, as girls gazed his way. His self-esteem hadn't changed since yesterday.

Ying and Yang, or as they also are called, Nathan Jones and Samuel Henderson, wandered by his side, checking out the girls there had excess time to send them a glance too. They weren't ugly, not the slightest, but with that Spanish god walking in front of them, they looked like a fake Homer and Bart Simpson.

Their aftershaves together with a whiff of mint hung in the air. Anthony gaze landed on me and air got stuck in my throat.

His eyebrows narrowed as I glared and looked away. My heart was jack-hammering. It could jump out any second now.

They walked laughing past me and out of this damn school.

Fantastic!

I Just survived another day without getting "noticed" by the ultimate bullies and punch throwers. I should be dwelling in happiness, but I didn't like it. It were too happy for someone like me.

However, as I was about to let a spark of happiness light up in me, the Powerpuff Girls walked in. Not the real ones, more like a bitchy version. Cynthia King walked in front, showing off her new Gucci bag, there had been the topic of the last two days. Her blonde curly hair were tamed by her leopard sunglasses, and her ocean blue eyes hunted the corridor. Behind her, her two minions, Anne Hill and Ruby Cooper strolled with their chins held as high as their heels.

And as I feared, Cynthia's eyes landed straight on my pretty face, smirking like the bitch she was. I didn't dare breath, as she clicked her heels together right in front of me. Her cherry flavored bubblegum drifted around my nosetip.

"Oh, look what the cat dragged in," Cynthia said, in a way to high pitched voice to it could be her real, and pointed at me while glancing over her shoulder to watch if her slaves laughed at her silly joke. Sadly, they did.

I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but as every other time, the words didn't come further than the very beginning of my throat.

"Aren't you going to say something, nerd?" she asked and tilted that head of hers, you easily could want to cut off with a chain saw. She smiled in a way that never meant good, but I was already trapped. 

Her bullying didn't really make me sad, it just made my depression worse. Every time a word would leave her mouth, my heart would sink even further.

She rolled back her shoulders and observed as I turned around, hoping her heels twirled around and ran after Anthony instead. That would save my day by 90 percent. I let my hand rest against the lockers and sighed deeply. The coldness in my palms was sending shivers up through my scarred spine.