It was getting on my nerves bad, I mean really bad. I could feel him staring at me. I bet your really confused as to how this story is starting, aren't you? So I'll get to the back story part and go on about why he's staring at me and about who "he" is.
It was my first year at middle school and it was just after the first quarter in the year. My friends and I were running on the track when someone bumped into me. "hey! If you don't mind, could you watch where your going!?" I was holding my shoulder when the person that bumped me turned around. He gave me this look, this bone chilling look that ....that for some reason, made me feel guilty for yelling at him. I felt the way people feel when they hurt they're loved ones. Then, I was suddenly holding back tears.
I stopped dead in my tracks and didn't move a muscle. Then I sat there and watched as he jogged away in front of me. My friends Taylor and Becca turned back and headed for me because they had yet to realize that I had come to a halt. And with that very moment, so had time itself.
And it was scaring the hell out of me!
Later that week I decided to walk home with my friends instead of walking alone and blasting my music. So I'm walking to the walker area and I see that I'm the first one here. So I take the opportunity to pull out my book. I unfortunately only get a minute or two of silence before I here singing. "Skylar!!" I yell and run up to her.
I knew that was her. She has a very distinctive voice.
Me and Skylar have been best friends since the beginning of the school year. She's always singing.
"Dyllan!" Skylar yells.
Oh! I guess I forgot to give you my back story! My name is Dyllan Nicole Bryant. I am 12 years old.
I know what you're thinking. "how in the world is a little twelve-year-old, going to be able to relate to anything serious in life?"
well, I'll tell you. I've always had bullying problems because of my name. my first name has always caused me a good beating or teasing.
Apparently no girl is allowed to have a boy's name. Or at least , not at my schools growing up. All the girls had normal names, well, all but me anyway.
well no one really cared about me or my stupid boyish name by the time I got to middle school. I was really scared to come here but, so far Richmond Middle School isn't so bad. I still get picked on, but not even close to how much I was picked on last year. Anyway back to me and Skylar.
We were having a nice conversation about one of our favorite shows when I see someone walking towards us.
"Skylar!" the person yells. "Garret!" yells Skylar. In the next second or two I was able to get a good look at the persons face as they walked closer. Then I saw him.
I sat there as I did before when I yelled at him for bumping me on the track. He looked at me and frustration was all over both of us.
I had absolutely no idea weather I should have ran, or if I should have sat there and let him see my face turn completely and totally red.
