Dark Alley

Chapter 13

     I started my day with a bacon and a slice of bread, I still  can't believe Calvin could play with me like this - putting me in school is like learning the same lessons again and again but in a more terrifying atmosphere. Calvin drove us to school and left me with Tracy.

     "Make some friends," he told me, not minding Tracy standing in front of him. I look at her rolling her eyes - I think of to trying that when Calvin is being sarcastic.

     "Let's just go," she said dragging my arm up to the entrance door. I tilt my eyes around the place, like in my past life, school of the new generation didn't even change, well at least a bit, but it has still maintained its tall white walls, crowded halls, snubbing students, bullies. Great, for sure I felt doomed. Fortunately, Tracy will help me cope with things around here, well I hope she does. We haven't really talked about it since her father just told me yesterday to stay away from her - speaking of staying away, Tracy lost out of my sight. 

     Now I’m completely lost.

     I've been looking for my next class which what it says on the paper Calvin gave me. He said I should follow it or whatever. Math class. I've done Math before, and like what I said I already forgot about it, but I think this is the reason why I have to learn it earlier than all of these douches here. I round around the halls to find this room who might've been bombed already in the 90's. I also tried to avoid from asking a lot of questions to people wearing thick jackets with their name on it. Jocks - so instead I tried to tap some guys back, he turned to me and I was certain he was quite, polite. 

     "Hi," I said, first introduction to proper etiquette. I paused for a while as I study his face, but I asked him anyways as he notices I'm wasting his time. "I was just going to ask where they hold English class, it's says Room 101 in my paper here. Would you mind telling me?" Be polite. Be polite. Be polite. 

     "Fuck off dude," he said then his peers laughed with him. I was about to turn his back and leave because I didn't get his answer - until he grabbed the neck line at the back of my shirt. "Whoa, I think I know already."

     "Really?" I asked. I mean if he just wants to tell me he doesn't have to almost tear my shirt.

     "We can take you there," he says. "If you want."

     "Are you sure?" I asked. "You wouldn't mind?"

     "Yeah no prob." He says. I study his face, his blonde hair, the irregular shape of his jaws, his muscular body. Next is that I study his friends' features. They have different features but they sure act the same way, laugh at same time as he laughs. It's pretty creepy. The guy laid his arm on my shoulder as we walked around the halls. People are looking at us. I feel awkward and tensed, these people I see are the actually persona I remembered the last time I attended school. The people I never wanted to attend to my birthday party, the people who talk a lot about me, people who punches me around for lunch.

     I pushed myself away from the guy, and his face suddenly crumpled. "What's wrong boy?"

     "I think I know where it is already," I lied. "I should better go there myself." I walked or possibly wish to run if it weren't for my feet that are turning jelly. The guy and his troops blocked my way, as if they were soldiers forming a border line. 

     "Actually," he says. "We insist." He grabs my shoulder with both his wide hands as his friends covers him up. "Come here you piece of shit." He says, he didn't stop swearing until we reached into the back part of the school building. The guy and the other three carried me saying talking about how light I am.