Bullied By Dan And Phil

Chapter Three

                           Here We Go...
The sound of bells echoed in Ivy's ears, great class. An hour already? Well that's surprising. Ivy made sure her phone was off and fished her timetable out of her hoodie pocket. Great. Just great. Health. What a way to torture 'innocent' and 'unknowing' students about things the internet already explains. Ivy stood up from her spot under the white cherry blossom tree and headed inside. In search of her Health class, this is going to be fun. As Ivy headed towards the door into her new found Hell she saw that the halls were already flooded with students. Ivy sighed and took a deep breath in, in preparation for the suffering she was about to face. Ivy pulled open the door and practically dived into the pit of sweaty, self-obsessed teenagers. Ivy remembered her Health Class, H3. Ivy quickly got out her time table again and looked at the map, it wasn't too far away. Again she memorised the route and headed towards H3 where her new classmates would await her. Eventually she made it after many awkward shoulder rubs and accidental hitting. It was almost like a war zone. Once Ivy reached her classroom she took note of who was standing outside the class. A well-dressed slightly tanned girl was standing in a small circle of people, her dark brown eyes shined in the old lights of the hallway. Her dimples came out of hiding every time she reacted to her friends comment. Her freckles were well proportioned across her cheeks and nose. Her long dark brown hair was down against her back with two parts tied together which was very thin and loose. Ivy drew her eyes away not wanting to be caught staring. A mysterious looking boy stood nearby a locker, scrolling through his phone. He had blue hair with streaks of different shades of blue within it. He had large stretched plugs in his ears that were plain black. His skin tone was light and fair but his lips were a darkish pink and stood out quiet a lot, in a good way of course. He had a dark grey jacket on over the top of a lighter grey v-neck with some dark denim trousers that were rolled up a bit which gave them a casual look. He had a pair of black sneakers on with the laces pretty messy and odd coloured socks. Ivy presumed he would be rather artsy, or a tattoo artist and drew her attention towards a girl waving her hands up and down at her friends as she explained something, though Ivy had no idea what she was saying. She had ginger hair which was in a rather large bun, balancing on top of her head. Small parts of her hair must've escaped from her hair tie and draped along her extremely fair skin. Which made her orangey brown freckles stand out more. She had winged eyeliner on with a lip gloss on that looked rushed. She had a large, baby blue knitted sweater on which was tucked into a white skirt which brushed along her knees. Ivy smiled as she laughed loudly, she seemed rather funny. Ivy then heard the old classroom door open with a rather loud creak. Ivy saw her peers that she hadn't managed to 'observe' and the ones she 'observed' flood into the classroom. She followed being slightly squished. Ivy wanted to hurry away from the teachers grasp and grab a desk, but sadly the teacher pulled her aside. "Why don't you introduce yourself?" The smiling tall woman who she presumed was her teacher asked, with a fake smile. Extremely thick foundation and dark eyes bags asked her. Ivy gave her an even faker smile and lightly nodded, not wanting to get on her bad side.
The teacher waited for her students to be seated and motioned Ivy to the front of the class. Ivy lightly sighed, her heart pounding out of her chest. Wait, what if these kids heard about what happened this morning? Was she underdressed? Overdressed? What if she had something on her face? On her clothes? What if she looked like a weird emo? What if...? Ivy tried to push those thoughts out and turned to face the bored faces. It doesn't matter what they think, honestly I don't think they care. Ivy thought trying to reassure herself. "Well" Ivy started "My names Ivy...Ummm... Yeah... I-" as Ivy was going to awkwardly continue, she was interrupted by a girl scrolling on her phone. "WAIT...." She stopped scrolling for a second, watching something that obviously had drawn her attention. She leapt up and started walking towards Ivy. The teacher obviously didn't seem to care, but was interested in what was so important for Ivy to be interrupted. All the students seemed to be intrigued too. As the girl finally reached Ivy she unplugged her earplugs and asked, "So, you're from this video right?"
She angled her phone so Ivy could see it, and the class could obviously all hear it. It was a video of Ivy falling backwards from the bench, her hoodie going over her only exposing her shirt, nothing more. Ivy just rolled her eyes, of course, I'm already the laughing stock of the school. She though to herself. With a sigh she muttered. "Yes, that's me.." Ivy quickly read the username of the poster, memorising it. "Well, Jenny sit down, Ivy you can sit down at the middle third seat." Ivy grabbed into her bag strap and sat down as the teacher instructed her. Already getting odd looks from the students she passed. Ivy practically threw her bag next to her desk and sunk into it. The teacher begun the lesson, discussing the plan for the year. Ivy just zoned out and looked out of the window, watching the cars pass the school and the clouds lightly move in the sky until she was 'rudely' interrupted. The noise of the classroom door creaking open and slamming into the wall disturbed her. Standing in the doorway was no other than 'Phil'.
"Phillip Lester, late once again." The teacher said disapprovingly, moving towards her own desk and pulling a yellow slip from it, and clicking her own open to obviously write a late slip. "You can collect this from me at the end of the lesson." Phil gave the teacher a horrid look and then turned to look at the students, obviously for his seat. Making full on eye contact with Ivy. Ivy just looked away, ignoring him.
Don't sit next to me... please no... Ivy practically begged. But of course, she heard the noise of someone sinking into the chair aside her, throwing their bag next to their own desk. She turned to face the dreaded Phil. He gave her a fake smile and muttered.
"Aren't you ever so lucky?"

1147 words! Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, feedback is greatly appreciated. Sorry for being gone for a while, I greatly apologise.