Rejects

Chapter Five - So Give me all Your Food Poisoning

It's been a week since I started school, and not much has happened honestly.  In between every class Mikey tries to come visit me at my locker.  I still refuse to cross the hallways unless it's to get to one of my classes.  That group of kids Mikey and I ran into on the first day, the bullies, they still have it out for me.  Every time I see them they'll push me around a little bit, maybe shove me into a wall or something, I haven't gotten punched again though so that's good.

Then there's Frank Iero.  Oh, how do I even begin with Frank?  Turns out he's also in my science class AND my math class, which Mikey is in too.  Despite how much I see him, I still try to talk as little as possible.  I'm pretty sure he's fine with it though, he never runs out of things to talk about. 

He just doesn't shut up about his favorite bands, who his favorite members of said bands are, his favorite songs, even just his life in general.  He really loves dogs, back in grade school a close friend of his had two but they moved away in 7th grade.  He wishes he could own a bunch, but doesn't have enough money or time to take care of a pet. 

I remember when he told me that, after he grew quiet for a few moments.  It was the first time he was quiet and not because someone else was talking since I'd met him, and it was strange.  Almost like a certain sadness hung in the air, but I don't know why.  Maybe he really is just that sad about not being able to own a dog?  But it seemed more serious than that...I don't know, it was just strange. 

Anyway class just ended and right now I'm on my way to history, one of the few classes I'm completely alone in.  No Frank or Mikey.  I really hate history.  The teacher's pretty strict, Mikey's not here to help me through it, and honestly I've always kinda struggled with this subject. 

I walked through the halls, thinking to myself, but didn't notice I had zoned out until reality hit me as hard as the locker I just slammed into.  My entire body jumped and I heard laughing.  It only took me seconds to realize that it was Bert and his gang that had pushed me into the hunk of metal. 

I groaned and tried to stand again, but before I could two of them grabbed my arms and held me against a wall.  I struggled to free myself, but to no avail.  Bert walked up to me, laughing. 

"P-please, I have to get to class."  I mumbled, not really trying to be heard.  I knew they wouldn't listen, it was more of a feeble attempt to try and make myself feel better, although it did nothing of the sort.  If anything it just made me feel weaker, pleading to be set down so I could scurry away. 

"Oh, what's that, you wanna go to class?  But what about me?"  Bert asked snidely, feigning sadness.  Then I got punched.  Oh well, I guess the time of non-violent physical contact is over.  It was nice while it lasted. 

They all laughed as my head collided with the locker behind me before falling over.  I could tell he was getting ready to throw another punch, but right before it happened a loud "DING!!!!!"  Echoed through the halls.  Saved by the bell, literally! 

Bert huffed, before noticing something.  "I wonder just how small shitface can get," he mumbled.  Then he grabbed me roughly and tossed me into an open locker.  Wait, shi- the door slammed shut. 

"Best of luck to ya, shitface!  We gotta get to class now though, don't wanna be late!" 

"Wait - no!  No don't leave me in here!"  I yelled, banging on the doors.  When no one came to my rescue, I stopped wasting my energy and sighed, trying to curl into a little ball to fit more comfortably in the small space.  I knew I could get out of here easily...but only with magic.  Maybe if I waited for class to start, I could get out when no one else was in the hallway so no one would see me.  Yeah, that could work!  But for now I just have to wait...ugh, I really don't like how dark and cramped it is in here.