The Flash: Next Generation

Chapter 4: the bully [part 2]

Emma's pov:

It was recess, the part of school I hated now. Thanks to Olivia Weatherbee. The school bully, also the principals daughter. Which explains why she got away with so much. Anyways, I was just minding my own business waiting on Hunter's class to come outside so we could go play soccer together. I had a drawing pad cause I didn't want to be bored. So I sat down at an old picnic table and started to sketch in my pad. "Hey loser." I heard Olivia say with a snicker from behind me. I turned to look at her. "What do you want?" I asked. "Oh, nothing." She looked over at my pad, "what are you drawing? It looks awful." She said. I looked at the sketch and then at her. "Not as awful as your face." I said, turning back to pad. "How dare you!" She yelled. I grabbed my pad and stood up. "Just stating the facts." I say with a shrug of my shoulders. Then out of nowhere with all of her strength Olivia pushed me. I fell onto my back. Right on a rock. "Ow." I say. I try my best not to cry, but it hurt. When I looked up Olivia was standing there with her arms crossed and a stupid smirk on her face. " What's wrong, you gonna cry like a baby?" She asked mockingly. I stood up and dusted myself off. I picked up my drawing pad off the ground and started walking away. "Awww. Is the little baby scared?" She asked still mocking me. I turned around, "who would be scared of you?" I asked. "I'm trying to not get in trouble. The only reason you don't ever get in trouble is because your dad is the principal." I stood there and folded my arms. "Ugh! You are such a stupid loser!" She shouted, then she ran over and ripped my drawing pad from my hands. "Hey! Give that back!" I said, trying to grab it. "No!" She said, then she pushed me down super hard... again, and ripped the pages out of my pad and threw them all on the ground. "All of your drawings are crummy. Just like you." She said. She threw my empty pad on the ground, and then kicked me over. My eyes got blurry, and I really wanted to cry. Olivia laughed at me. "I knew you were a baby." She said. Then she did a evil little laugh and walked off. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. As the tears ran down my face I pulled my legs up to my chest and just sat there. "I wish I was strong and brave like daddy. " I thought. "He wouldn't let anyone push him around like that." After I had pulled myself together and stopped crying I picked up all the papers and threw them in a near by trash can and walked to go inside.

|2 hours later|

Emma's pov:

Finally it was time to go home. The bad thing, before I could get home I had to ride on the bus. Ugh. I hated riding the bus. I wish momma could've come and picked me up. The teacher walked the bus riders out too the busses. As I walked towards my bus I started thinking about everything that happened.

(AN the bully thing had been happening for awhile. In case you didn't get that)

I don't know what I did to Olivia for her to be so mean to me. I mean why me. I got on the bus and sat in one of the seats. I leaned my head against the window. "Hey Emma." It was Hunter, my best friend, he had sat down beside me. "Hi Hunter." I said not looking at him. I was kinda mad at him for not being outside and being there for me today. "Um... sorry about recess... the teacher kept me inside for talking to much..." Hunter said rubbing the back of his neck. He did that when he was nervous. I didn't say anything. "E, are you mad at me? I said I was sorry." He leaned back against the back of the seat. "What did I do?" He asked. I looked at him. "You didn't do anything. I just... don't feel like talking." I said, then I went back to looking out the window. "Well... did you draw anything at recess then?" He asked with a little smile. "No." I answered quickly. "Then what did you do?" He asked. I was getting angry. I don't wanna talk about this. "Nothing." I answered. "Did something happen?" He asked me. "I don't wanna talk about it!" I raised my voice a little. "Just... leave me alone." I said quietly. I turned towards the window and was trying to fight back tears. Today was one of the worst days I've ever had. I just wanted to be home already. About 30 minutes later the bus had arrived to where I could get off. I got up and walked towards the doors. Then I hopped off and started walking towards the building.