Outcast

Chapter 1: A Target

And let the games, begin...

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•Chapter 1: A Target•

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I grit my teeth as my back slammed against the bright, orange colored lockers. My fingers trembled as I tried to ignore the pain coursing through my back. The box I was holding was a good distraction.

He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and lifted me up. He gave me his usual menacing stare with those eyes that I've come to dread.

My shoes weren't touching the ground, but even if they were I wouldn't be standing up.

"Parking lot. After school. Be there or else." He let go of my shirt, and walked away. I fell to the ground with a loud thud as soon as he did. My head began to spin, and it felt like it was spinning faster than those fidget thingy's you see people play with a lot.

Even as my head was going in circles, I forced myself to lean over to gather my stuff up, but people were already kicking it everywhere. I let out a long sigh of frustration.

I did nothing to get harassed... except maybe make him fall, however it wasn't done intentionally.

I was heading to class in a rush, because I didn't want to be late, but on my way there I'd accidentally bumped into someone.

I had turned around to say sorry, but began walking away as soon as I saw that it was a certain tyrant of mine. He unfortunately saw me, and went to run after me, but he... fell.

Everyone around him "Oooh'd". While laughing of course.

I had tried to escaping, but the circle of people around us didn't let me leave.

I had decided to push past everyone to get through, but my bully grabbed my bookpack and pulled me back before I even had the chance.

Luckily I hadn't fallen, because he'd held me upright and made me walk behind him. I say upright and walk, but being dragged would've been a more accurate description.

He'd wasted no time and shoved me very hard. In the direction of the lockers too.

It'd gone down so quickly that it felt like I was flying.

Surprisingly, I managed not to drop my box, but I wasn't really paying attention to it anymore. I was more focused on the threat -- no-- the promise he gave me.

Usually he would have gone at me on the spot, but something held him back...

Either way I didn't care, as long as I didn't get beat up then and there. If I did, then everyone else would have wanted to join in on the 'fun', or they would have at least encouraged it.

I pushed my gold rimmed spectacles back in place, and stood up as I brushed myself off. I headed towards class, and tried not to have my nerves explode so all I gave out was a long sad sigh.

The warning bell rang, which meant that I had to get to class in one minute or else I would get marked as tardy. I didn't want the teacher questioning me, or embarrassing me in front of the classroom, so I bolted towards my literature class.