The worst day of the week, for me, is a monday.
Especially one when you hadn't been there the last Friday, and especially the one where you have someone you really do not want to see.
In my case, it was both of those.
And the person I didn't want to see?
Zoey Willis, your typical high-school bully. Tall, stocky, and at times, rather idiotic. Despite how much I tried to just ignore her, avoid her, she thought that I was the perfect target.
She told me (and I quote) "I always love the make the happy people miserable, it's such a challenge! It's so much fun."
I've always found that slightly funny, considering my happiness was all an act.
"Hey, loser!" A deep voice calls out, and I'm snapped out of my thoughts to see Zoey coming towards me. "I went to your locker, but you weren't there," She said, crossing her arms with a grin. "Trying to avoid me, twerp?"
Her friend is flanking behind her, the one that's so thin she looks anorexic, and that never does anything but grin and laugh when Zoey insults me.
I zone out for a while as Zoey attempts to make a joke to her friend about how I'm suck a 'sissy' that I probably cried at the fault in our stars, then says I look like a retarded fox. Finally, I think she realizes I'm not listening, as she slaps me across the face. I gasp, and put my hand over my cheek in shock.
I'm used to Zoey insulting me, but she's never hurt me physically before. Zoey seems shocked too, and her friend is looking at her wide chocolate-coloured eyes, but Zoey soon recovers enough to label me a few choice swear words, then walk away without saying anything more.
Her friend stares at me for a while, then suddenly steps closer to me, and smiles hesitantly "I'm sorry about what she just did..." She says softly and slowly, as if talking to a wild animal. "Can I buy you some chocolate?"
I nod, slowly accepting, and as we walk away together, I realize I may have just made a friend.
