Behind the bully (On Hold)

chapter 11

Morning. Monday. School.

I groaned and stared out the open window into the outside world. It was tauntingly sunny, too sunny, it was the opposite that I felt.

Nervous. Scared. Worried.

Does anyone know about what happened on my last day? How will they react when I try to be nice? Can I be nice? Will I slip into old habbits? Will I show weakness? Will they extract revenge?

I looked up, startled, at the sound of Pig's too-loud-for-a-tiny-dog bark. She was jumping up and down at my legs, that just shows how preoccupied with my own worries I was that I didn't even notice her little paws clawing at my knees. Unfortunately, with realisation comes pain.

"Ow! Pig! Down!" I exclaimed grabbing her and holding her at arms length, trying to acess the damage to my legs. Luckily my arm and hand was ok now, but I still needed to take medication to stop the pain sometimes.

Pig whined pitifully, sat down and hung her head. I put my arm down and glared at her.

"Yeah, serves you right! Now do you want breakfast? Breakfast for the tiny menace?" I growled. Taking my anger and nervousness out on Pig really wasn't fair, but it was better her than taking it out on the innocent, newly painted walls of the house.

At the sound of 'breakfast' Pig's head snapped up. I rolled my eyes. I was pretty sure the only words dogs were supposed to know were 'food' and 'walk' and maybe sometimes 'treat', but no, Pig had to go those steps further. She now clearly understood, not just food, walk and treat, but also 'breakfast' 'dinner' 'snack' 'morning tea' 'lunch' and she knew 'dessert' really really well.

I stomped my way to the cupboard which was thankfully now, due to Amy's adamance that I should live here and not somewhere else, stocked with food, drinks, dog food and chocolate. I grabbed the new bag of dry dog food and ripped it open. There was already a pack of tinned dog food open in the fridge, but Pig liked that stuff, she hated dry food, which is why I went the extra mile just to get the dry food. Pig eyed me and I swear she was scowling, a surprisingly accurate scowl for an animal. Normally I wasn't this mean, but today was an exception.

Then came the next question; what do I wear?

I roamed up to my bedroom and opened my wardrobe. I had a walk in wardrobe but considering I had about three shirts and two pairs of pants, everything else was in the wash basket and would never be washed or worn again, it was pretty pointless. However, my eyes widened in surprise when I realised that there were new outfits in here, bright, happy, creative outfits that I know I never would have picked out.

"Amy" I whispered under my breath, rolling my eyes and laughing at some of the choices.

Bright orange skinny jeans and a red striped top? Bright green skinny jeans with an admittably beautiful flowery, flowing top? Black short, and I mean short shorts, with scarlet red tights underneath? There was no shirt in this mix, I'm guessing Amy figured that I wasn't at a complete loss of fashion sense and that I could pick it out myself.

I wasn't quite sure what to wear to be honest. Definitely not the orange skinny's outfit, it was ghastly! I didn't mind the green skinny's, they were more a light aqua, a really pretty colour I did have to admit. Then again the shorts and tights were definitely less, uh, bright, than the other outfits and a lot more normal looking. People would think too much has changed with me if I wore them, or just didn't wear the tights underneath. Yeah, that would be more my style, slutty bitch. 

"What the heck?" I decided, quickly grabbing the green skinny's and shirt outfit. If I was going to change my personality I may as well change up my look. People are going to notice anyway I guess.

The door bell rang.

Oh, I would just like to clarify; when I say doorbell I don't mean a modern, press a button and it plays a tune doorbell. No. Amy can't have anything that looks so disgusting and cheap anywhere near a place where she was renovating. She blew half our budget on the doorbell alone! And then she wanted to buy the neighbours a new one so that people wouldn't 'automatically judge the street'. Luckily I was able to stop her doing that and completely blowing our budget.

Anyway, so now it was an old fashioned bell, connected to the wall in a fancy, wooden corner design. She had painted the wood white and the bell a shiny silver. I had to admit it looked pretty good. It had traces of real silver through the bell, it apparently holds together and weathers better than normal metal, which is probably where most of the crazy expensive price tag came from. The wood was sanded to perfection and cut in intricate curved, swirly lines giving it the look of an old Queenslader house. Amy would kill me if she heard that description of it, she was more advanced in the real confusing, big design words that I could never understand.

The bell rang again reminding me of how I had to go to school today. I groaned and made my way angrily down the hallway and to the door. I flung open the door to find Amy standing there. She smiled at me, but her smile quickly turned to a look of worry.

"What?" I scowled. I wasn't in the mood this morning. I wanted to curl up under my covers and not go to school, stay at home forever with Pig. Really what I was feeling was nerves and fear, but I found it easier to channel that emotion into anger. Anger was much easier to cope with.

"Your legs!" Bi what happened?" she exclaimed, dropping on her knees to access the damage. My eyes widened in surprise, I had forgotten about that. Lucky I didn't put on the skinny's yet or they would have been wreaked!

I cursed under my breath.

"That menace dog of yours!" I glared at her.

"Bi, calm down, everything will be ok" Amy said quietly, embracing me into a warm hug. A few tears escaped my eyes. She only knew me for a few weeks but she was an expert at reading my emotions lately. I wouldn't be surprised if she could read my mind.

"I don't want to go!" I wailed, sounding like a three year old girl, but I didn't care. I did not want to go.

"You have to. You can't stay away from school forever and you'll get even more attention if you skip the first day" she explained.

"Now come on, let's go fix those legs and go to school"