Mine

Chapter 3

The bell rings announcing that school has ended for the week. I continue my work for a bit until everyone leaves, just like I usually do. Once I look up to see if everyone one is gone I am greeted to Tama looking down on me like the devil's wife herself. She bends down a little bit for dramatic effect and says, "What's this, your homework. It be a shame if someone were to ruin it. Wouldn't it?"

"Tama, don't. Seriously don't even think about," I say staring deep into her dark blue eyes that I start to drown in.

"Really Emma, you think you scare me. I am the most popular girl in school and your the little outcast piece of shit you are; and there's nothing you can do to stop me." she states with a snarky tone in her voice.

"Really are you sure about that Tama. Cause I have more fire in me than you would believe." I say as I sit up taller.

"Aw, look the toddler has learned to sit up. Now, has it learned to hit?" she states this as she catches me off guard and slaps me across the face.

"You can go to hell." I exclaim as I rub the side of my check. She lowers her voice and says, "Oh don't worry I plan on it. Now good luck walking out of here hobo."

Before I can stop her she flips up the desk as if it weighs nothing, spilling my papers, and I fall backwards landing on my back hard. Then she takes my legs drags me out and kicks me on both sides of my torso. I hold in my cry out for pain.

"See you later, crackpot," she says as she struts out the door. I lay there for a moment thinking, what I am I going to do. Should I tell Lily, my parents, an adult. To my luck the teacher left before I did, so I was left alone to wallow in my own pain and suffering. I lay there for a minute or two until I decide that I should try to get up. I cry out from the pain in my back and sides. As I inch my way over to my phone to try and call Lily a janitor comes trailing in. He looks at me with genuine concern and fear.

He asks, "Are you okay?"

I say, "No, not really. I, um, I fell that's all." I don't realize that there are tears streaming down my face from the mental and physical anguish I feel, until he says, "You don't look okay. Let me call someone to come in here with a wheelchair and help you. Okay?"

I say pleading, "No, really I can wa-ahh- no please I'm fine..." Then I start to faint and the world goes b l a c k.