Reaper

Chapter 2- I get murdered by the pillow of doom.

We made or way down the Main Street that led to our school, avoiding puddles left by the rain on the previous night. We crossed the road once or twice, still not talking to each other, our heads directed to the floor. We eventually made our way through the school gates, splitting off into different directions, off to our different friends and different school lives, muttering a small "bye". I waddled in my damp shoes through the school grounds to the library where I normally hang out, dodging all the stupid kids yelling and throwing their handballs at each other, and steering clear of girls that seemed to judge you when you got near, trying to avoid dirty looks from people from all angles. I finally made it over to the library, the safe haven, a gift from god himself. Or at least that's what my group of friends, the "Nerds", called the place in which we reside. I threw my bag down in the lobby, and made my way over to our little section of the library, where we kept all the available beanbags, discussed video games and played fantasy themed board-games. We called it the Glade, named after the place in the Maze Runner series, where Thomas and the Gladers lived in the centre of a dangerous maze, the only safe spot. To us, it felt like that, away from the jerks, such as "Griever". Well, none of use remember the guys name, we just named him after the demonic monster slugs in the Maze Runner, and it stuck.

I sat down on the comfy stool, nobody was here yet. I pulled out my manga and started reading. As I begun, a gigantic crushing force came down on my skull, breaking it and the rest of my bones underneath. Well maybe that's exaggeration. Grey stood above me, laughing, his massive pillow in hand, it was so old it hardened with age, becoming his infamous weapon, "Bane of Toby". It sure felt like it.
"Come on man, you don't have to cry" Grey smirked.
"I'm not crying jackass, it didn't hurt a bit." I remarked, trying not to scream out in pain. It hurt a lot. That thing earns it name "Bane of Toby" for sure. Grey sat down next to were I lay crippled on the floor, making sure nothing had broke. Grey was known among the group as the muscle, that generic comic book character who has overwhelming strength that makes the story a little boring from the immense strength. Grey offered a hand, and I accepted, he pulled me from the ground with the strength of a god.
"You seen anyone else yet?" I asked. He returned a look, signalling he hadn't either. We both slumped on to the bean bags, bored stupid already, and waited for the Bell for first period.

School was boring, that was for sure. It was one of those days where you learn heaps, but remember nothing, due to the teachers droning on and on about the same thing. I laid against a pillar near the gates, at the point where Melody and I met up to walk home. I wiped my mouth, blood had pooled against my lip again. I had another fight with Griever again. If it weren't for my reflexes after playing all those VR Games I have, I'd have more than a swollen lip to worry about. I wouldn't be an average nerd, more like those rare few who manage to be good at sports. Fortunately, karate was my forte. The whole reason I had started karate was for self defend against old Griever, that big kid who resembled Freddy Kruger without the burns. Slap a fedora on that kid and a ugly sweater, give him a murder weapon and burn his face and he'll look just like him. At least that's how I saw him. He used to beat me up, I couldn't do anything against a beefy kid who took boxing lessons. I often came home with cuts and bruises all over me, scrapes, and occasionally a broken nose. Mum would always take care of me though. Mum...
"Toby!" Melody called out, running towards me.
"Hey." I said.
"Oh my god, your lip!" Melody's protective protocols began to go full power.
"What's wrong? Did you get into another fight again? It wasn't that big guy again was it? Oh if I ever see that kid I'll-"
"Melody, it's fine." I told her.
"Okay."
We began walking home.