Behind the bully (On Hold)

Chapter One

Chapter One

I glared at Amy, waiting for her to flinch and turn away. No one had ever survived my glare before, and I wasn’t willing to let Amy be the first.

But she didn't flinch or turn away, just stared back at me confidently, daring me. This wasn’t right; I give the terrifying looks, not some lousy new kid. I rolled my eyes as I remembered the last new kid who’d chosen to disobey the way things were, I almost felt sorry for her when she broke…

Anyway, this girl needed to be taught her place. I put my glare-o-meter up to eighteen. Twenty was the worst I’d ever had to make it and Amy looked like she wanted to test it to the extreme, well, I’ll let her, she’ll give up in the end, they all do.

There, finally, the flinch I’d been waiting for. She held her ground though. I smiled at her coldly; though I admired her courage, all she was doing was setting herself up for a bigger fall. How I love to watch the fall, the fast descent from amateur bully to bullied. How I love to look down and see the wreck of limbs left at the bottom of the treacherous rocky cliff, begging for mercy.

Her hands started to shake. She looked at them fearfully before putting them behind her back and staring at me again, though this time she averted her stare from my eyes and instead stared at my feet. Perfect.

I left her like that for a while, drinking up the look of fear that slowly clawed at her face.

“Bianca! You are treating Amy with respect now aren’t you? She is new and is most probably very shy” a rasping voice skirted up the corridor. I turned just in time to see Mrs Marter walk through, a look of cold suspicion stretched over the usually tense, uninterested face. Mrs Marter had high expectations of me being a bully, most of the teachers did, but she had never actually seen it in action before and anyway, I used to be the kindest sweetest girl who could’ve possible walked these grounds. You did pick up on the past tense right?

“Of course I am, miss. I’m hurt that you’d suspect so little from me! Do you seriously distrust me so much that you’d expect me to bully,” I shivered dramatically at the accusation “a poor helpless little new girl?” Mrs Marter’s face turned a tad red.

“Why, of course I’d never suspect you Bianca, of course” she copied my sweetness mockingly “If you are being so kind and helpful, why is she sitting on the desk opposite you looking like she’s just seen a ghost? Honestly Bianca, she’s pale as a sheet and ridged as a plank of wood!” She looked at me again accusingly.

“Yes, well you see miss, as we both clearly stated earlier, she is new, shy and scared at being in a new school. I’m helping her out; she’s much better than what she was. Honestly what did you expect of me?” Mrs Marter gave me one last suspicious look before dismissing the conversation with a flick of her hand and walking out the room, telling some kid off for not wearing his hat. I turned around one last time to Amy, rolled my eyes at the living statue, and walked out the classroom door after Mrs Marter. Yes, that girl’d learnt her place all right. I smiled to myself.

I grimaced as the fresh air hit my cheek. Today I would have to go home, no getting out of over a week without going home. I sighed. Home was the last place I wanted to go. You know that old saying ‘Home is where the heart is’? Well, not at my house. No, ‘home is where the dead lie’ is a better saying for our house. I even found a welcome mat that had that written on it once. I would’ve laughed at how true it was had I not been so devastated. I looked up and saw that I was already at the bus stop.

I smiled slyly as the herd of people boarding the bus slowly parted around me. The chatter that had filled the bus a few seconds ago quickly receded to silence. Everyone was staring at me in trepidation as they slowly slunk back into their seats. Those daring people who had taken up the back seats of the bus, hoping that I wouldn’t be catching the bus today, quickly skitted over to find other seats. I took the first step onto the bus with exaggerated slowness. The silence was cutting to the core now, just the way I liked it. I took the second step even slower before faking an attack on a pathetic third grader in the front seat. She jumped onto the girl beside her as if I was a kind of lethal snake. Her face turned white as she stared at me in complete fear. I smiled back.