Never Alone

Chapter 3 Never Too Late

I propped my knees and prepared myself to run as fast as I could away from the incoming ball but unfortunately I wasn't known for my quick reflexes, so instead of dodging it, I found myself smacked right at the face by the weapon of mass destruction in a game that was made by the spawns of the devil himself - dodgeball.

Of course, I was exaggerating just a little bit. Dodgeball wasn't created by the spawns of the devil and the ball wasn't created as a weapon for mass destruction but if you were on my situation, you'd definitely agree that it is.

As a recap, for our PE class today, our teacher decided to have a friendly game of dodgeball. Only, it wasn't friendly at all. The teacher let us choose our own groups; a bad move on my opinion because as soon as he said it, my future was already inexistent.

Of course, all the jocks and popular kids decided to be on one group, leaving us unwanted people to be the other group. It didn't even surprise me that they were the first ones to throw the ball.

There were supposed to be 12 members in a group but it became uneven when two cheerleaders left us to join the other team. That means it's a 14 versus 10 game. I had in my group: 3 nerds with glasses who were too scarred to hold the ball, a slightly bruised kid who I'm sure limps when he walks, a fat girl who's too lazy to even move, 2 emo (emotional) kids and 2 weird girls who uses straw as an accessory.

I want to say that it ended quickly but sadly, that's not what happened. At first all they did was pass the ball and we had to run back and forth in order to not get hit. They laughed at us especially the fat girl, who was already panting before the game even started. Then, they targeted each one of us and one by one, my teammates were out. Who was the last one left?

Me.

And it was hell.

All I did was run and dodge earning a lot of laughter in the process. It was going on well until one jock decided to smack the ball right in front of my face which leads us to my current situation.

I bit my lip in an attempt to hold back my tears from falling. I felt quite dizzy and my face hurts a lot.

I stayed lying at the floor, waiting for the pain to subside when I heard someone said, "Hey, get up."

But I didn't. I couldn't even if I wanted to. The pain is still there.

"Oh, gosh." the same voice said. "She's bleeding."

I heard a few gasps and a few murmurs and then I felt someone touch my face. I flinched at the contact. Can't they tell that my face hurts like hell?

"Irwin, wake up. You're bleeding."

Wait, what?!

I opened my eyes and carefully touched my face only to see blood on my hands.

I'm bleeding.

Oh my fudge bar!

I examined my face again by lightly touching it and discovered that my nose was bleeding.

"You're bleeding." The bruised kid, said. "Cool."

Before I could even say anything, Sir Martin came into view and inspected me.

"Can someone take Aria to the clinic?" he asked.

No one volunteered, as expected.

"I can go there by myself." I told him before I could humiliate myself any further.

I stood up quite shakily and wiped the blood out of my face with my hanky.

"You sure kid?"

I nodded and went to get my things.