The Life of a Freak

Chapter 2

I came to the bus stop, afraid that I'd miss the bus. Luckily, the bus was late. I sat down on the bench and waited. I was pretty much the only kid that got on from this stop. When the bus finally arrived, it drove into a puddle and the water flew directly onto me, making me wet. I slowly got onto the bus, preparing myself to all of the harassment that could victimize me as soon as I got on the bus.

The bus driver was a jerk and always acted like whatever happened in between the kids on the bus did not concern him in any way. Whether it was kids kissing, kids punching each other or kids stabbing each other with knives (which, fortunately did not happen yet), he acted like he couldn't stop it in any way.

Of course, a good driver would have interfered. But this one was an idiot

Anyways, as soon as I got onto the bus, I heard a few voices coming from the back of the bus. The voices belonged to Skyla and her group, consisting of Sage, who had black hair and soulless black eyes, Grace, who had dishwasher-blond hair and brown cruel brown eyes, and Skyla herself, whom I nicknamed "Barbie", because she had blond hair, blue eyes, a fake tan, fake nails, and was caked in makeup. She was so fake

-Hey freaak! Still as ugly today, right? Sage called out.

I ignored her rude comment as best as I could and sat down. Unfortunately, my bus stop was the last one before my school so the bus was usually filled with kids. The only free spot was in the back, just one row in front of the one Skyla and her group were sitting at. I quickly sat down, putting my backpack on me and planning to use it as a shield if any kid attacked me.

Skyla came up to me, with Sage and Grace trailing behind her like lap dogs. Her merciless blue eyes found mine and I stared back, knowing that losing her gaze would be like surrendering.

-We have a small gift for you..., Skyla said with a fake smile.

-Yeah!, Grace said

-We thought you looked JUST like it. Long lost twins. I'm sure., Skyla noted.

I mentally prepared for the worst.

Suddenly, Skyla flicked her wrist, clearly throwing something, and a toad appeared on my lap.

Now, don't get me wrong. I am not afraid of frogs. That would be bad. It's just that when you suddenly find out that a toad magically appears on you, it's not the best of surprises.

I shrieked.

-Awww!!! Amelia is clearly sooooo happy to see her new look-a-like friend!!, Skyla proceeded, her voice now resembling that of a poisonous snake, ready to strike.

-Don't worry!!! We have another surprise for you!!

Grace then reached into her bag and pulled out a carton of expired milk.

-My mom told me to take this to the garbage can. I just didn't expect to find a garbage can in a bus!!!, Grace happily stated.

Skyla uncapped the milk while I watched in horror. Next thing I know, someone is pouring it on me.

The bus erupts in laughter.

The bus halts and I realize that it arrived to its final destination: the middle school. I run out and enter the school. I quickly navigate the halls leading to my locker and take out the spare change of clothes I always keep in there. Believe it or not, this wasn't the first time that I was drenched in liquid.

I jog to the bathroom, since running is strongly prohibited inside the school walls, and quickly change. I would never find time to wash my hair in the sink so I simply leave it as it is.

I quickly jog back to my first class.

After school, I catch a local bus to the hospital to see Kayla, my only friend.

I met Kayla when I was 6. We went to the same school before I moved here. Of course, as any other best friends, we stayed in touch.

We had play-dates together often. Our families were friends. And, we had a lot in common. She was basically the best friend a girl could ever ask for.

I learned devastating news soon after Kayla learned it herself. She had cancer.

She then moved to the hospital, and then came home after a year.

She got cancer when she was 8. When she was 10 and she was home, she got sent back to the hospital because the cancer got worse.

She stayed in the hospital for three years and is still there. The doctors managed to keep the cancer from getting any worse, but it did not get better either.

I visited her quite often, when I needed to talk, or simply to tell her what is happening outside the hospital. News on celebrities, gossip, boys, you name it!

Today I needed to talk. About bullying. Kayla could give some of the best advice anyone ever gave me about how to deal with everyday life. I wish she knew how to cure cancer so that she could give her doctors advice.

I exited the bus and entered the building. The building was recently rebuilt, so it had a very modern look to it.

I gave one of the doctors my name and he let me in.

-Hi Kay!!, I called out, excited to see my best friend.

-Hi Amy!!! I missed you so much!! She answers.

I hug her.

She seemed much worse from the last time that I saw her. She is more tired and pale, and looked practically like a ghost.

-I need some of your magical advice.

-About what?

-Bullying.

-They are still hurting you?

-Pretty much...

-When I get better, I swear that I will beat every single one of them up!!

-That would mean a lot!! So how do I deal with them?

-Never ignore. Stand up for yourself. Yell at them. Do whatever it takes to prove to them that you are no bullying-target, but make sure to never stoop down to their level.

-Thanks Kay. I'll use your advice., I answer happily

-No problem. Come back any time for story time!

I laugh at that one

-Nice one, Kay. I will make sure to come back for story time, I answer with I smile, Feel better Kay!!!, I say and leave.

You would probably tell me that it would be easier to make a phone call for this short of a conversation, but I, for some reason, hate phones and prefer to talk in real life.

On the way out, I talked to one of her doctors.

-She seems way more tired and pale than the last time I saw her. Is the cancer getting worse?

-Unfortunately, yes. We are trying to get the cancer to be back to stable, but it is elusive. It is, unfortunately, so-to-say, getting worse. Slowly. But definitely. I would say she has about 2 months left to live.

-Do her parents know? I asked.

-Yes.

-Does she know?

-No. Not yet. But we plan to tell her soon. She's a smart kid, she probably realized it already.

-Okay. Thanks., if say, and leave, tears threatening to flood my cheeks.