New life and New beginnings

Chapter two Part one- What happened to us?

In a mere second your body was slammed into a light grey locker at an alarming force, the air from you lungs being punched out of you and for a split second you almost felt yourself knock out. But you didn't sadly. The locker behind you thrashed and the noise echoed throughout the empty high-school corridor. As you drop to your knees, you glance up to the perpetrator dizzily. The males face, that was covered in achne and blemishes had a wide smirk on his face. It was malicious. Almost as if he was a criminal. Your heart raced with pure adrenaline and your mind worked at a pace so fast you couldn't catch up with exactly what you were thinking. Your body was already aching from the connection between you and the locker but from what you could see this was only the beginning. There had been other two males accompanying him as well and by the looks of how big they were they were all upper class men. They looked punkish but one in the middle was obviously a football Jock due to the jacket that represented his team. Your vision was too blurry to make out their exact features but  from what you could tell from the blurriness of your eyesight, you loosing your glasses after the impact, you could identify that the male on the left was pudgy and the one on the right had sagging pants and had tattoos and piercings. That scared you even more.

Finally you look down again and breath heavy before the leader reached down and grabbed your hair tightly,  pulling you up and obediently you stood, pain surging through your head at the tension your hair was getting. Until he finally let go and opened the locker behind you.

"Why don't you just go back where you belong freak? Nobody wants a fucking leprechaun or 'wizard' here. Thats for fairy-tales. And from the looks of it we don't live in a book, right boys?" The leader said with a roaring tone, the two males behind him laughing and nodding their agreements.

"Magic isn't real pipsqueak! The sooner you get that through your head a' yours the better." The pudgy male on the left said and then they all laughed. 

Your eyes were wide and you had tears threatening to fall but you stayed strong as hard as you could, clenching your fists tightly. Magic and wizardry was the only thing you had in this dark world of chaos and depression. And to hear someone shove reality in your  face hurt more than anything,  especially since you weren't ready for the truth. Not yet.

Suddenly you decide to be brave and you glare at all three of them with puffy pink eyes and whispered shakily in a thick Scottish accent. "At least magic is ev-ven more real compared to you phonies." You stuttered, hoping they wouldn't catch his v.

At your bold comment you saw all three of their pupils burn a small fire, and all of a sudden the man with the piercings stepped on something that made a loud crunch. A glass like crunch.

Your glasses.

The leader shoved you into the locker all at the same time, slammed the door and not even a second later you heard two other voices from a distance.

Your head spun and you began hyperventilating at how closed the space was. Did you mention you were claustrophobic and had asthma? 

No?

Oops.

The voices grew louder, both male and one of them had a speech impediment. A lisp actually.  The other male was obviously older, like a teacher. The voice boomed through the hallway at the three kids and you could hear three sets of feet scurrying away with the older male slowly jogging after them, giving instructions towards the younger male on what to do with him after he was out before the adult fully sprinted towards the kids.

Your hyperventilations worsened until the door was opened and you fell forward into the slightly taller male imprint of you, both of you collapsing onto the ground with a bang.