Idk what to title this rn

I'm a freak, and everybody knows it

I spend that entire weekend locked away in my room, ignoring frantic texts from my friends, random people that had been at the party, Nash. They all wanted to know what happened, but in all honesty, I had no idea myself. One second I was screaming my head off at Irvine, the next everyone was staring at me and orange flames were licking up and down my arms. Monday morning, I dreaded going to school. I knew everyone would want to know what happened, but I had to be strong, maybe, just maybe, nobody would say anything! But I knew that wasn't true. I sighed, shoving my things into my backpack, calling my dad and telling him I'm ready, and before I knew it I was rushing up the stairs to my locker. Stares followed me down the hallways everywhere I went. Nobody was man enough to say anything, which I was glad for. Then came lunch, and boy did that go awfully wrong.

Once I'd reached the cafeteria, I sat down at my usual spot, and awaited my friends. But no one sat by me, just stared at me from whatever table they were sitting at, and whispered. I heard all their whispers, but something was wrong. You normally don't hear people's whispers from across the room, do you? I put my head down on the table, and started crying. What was wrong with me? I couldn't think of a good solution, so I decided to wait out the remainder of lunch here, then call home sick. I left end my head to wipe my tears, and I noticed Zoé and Nash sitting across the table from me. "What do you guys want?" I snarled at them, not really intending it to come out that mad, but it had. Zoé's dark eyes swept my face hesitantly. "We, well, we just wanted to know what happened on Friday, is all." I shook with another sob. "I don't know okay?" I squeaked out, unable to control my sadness. Zoé nodded and walked away, but Nash stayed. He smiled at me, and I was confused. "What are you so happy about?" But before he could answer, the school bullies, Tom Pettington and Joshua Clunk barged over to me, pushing me backwards into the wall. Tom held me by the shoulders, and Joshua stood close behind. "So, freak, I heard about what happened on Friday. Why don't you show us your little magic trick?"

I struggled to get away, but Tom's grip was firm, pressing his meaty fingers hard into my shoulders. I shook my head, but he just held me tighter. "Do it!" He snarled into my face. I couldn't help the rage building inside me, it boiled just beneath the surface, wanting to burst forth, but I forced it back. I glanced around, but Nash just stood by the table, his expression curious. That's when I noticed Zoé rushing over from a table at the other side of the room. My other friends just sat there, their gazes locked on the scene. She pushed past the gathering crowd, and walked straight up to Tom and Josh, her face full of hatred.
"Just leave her alone guys, can't you see she's had enough shit to go through already?" She demanded. But being the bullies they were, of course they didn't let me go. Tom whispered the words into my ears then;
"Do it. Now, freak."
I struggles even more then, and cried out, catching the attention of more than a few students and lunch ladies. That was it, I'd had enough of this torment, I let the rage loose. And boy, was it a mistake.

As soon as the rage was loose, I knew what would happen. The flames engulfed my arms, and Tom dropped me, yelping in pain. He, Zoé and Joshua all backed up in pure terror. I realized then what an awful mistake I'd made. Looking around, I saw every eye staring at me, not in curiosity or amazement, but terror and absolute fear. The anger disappeared then, and the flames extinguished themselves. I looked to the doors for an exit, but found it blocked by other students. Scared, I took off out the doors to the blacktop and fenced in field behind it. I ran as fast as I could, and looked back only to check it I was being pursued, and I was. Half the cafeteria had poured out onto the blacktop. Some took on chasing me, others just stood and gawked. I was about three quarters of the way to the fence when a pair of hands grabbed me from behind and pulled me backwards.

I hit the ground hard, and my vision became blurry. Many hands had me by the shoulders and arms, and pulled me upwards. I panted hard, and as my vision returned to normal I saw all the kids crowd around me. Frantic, I squirmed trying to get away, but of course when I turned my head it was none other than Irvine holding me back. Tom and Joshua made their way to the front of the group, and stood cross armed in front of me, un-approving expressions on their ugly faces.
"Listen up!" Tom yelled into the crowd. "This THING in front of us, this mutant, doesn't belong here. She isn't natural! And what do you want to do about it!?"
Many in the crowd raised their fists in agreement, and screamed their responses;
"Beat her!"
"Tie her up!"
"Strip 'er!"
Someone from the back of the group came forward and produced a rope, probably from the janitors closet. All I could do was just stand and stare at them in fear. No one was going to do anything other than what Tom told them too, no one would help me. I was a freak, a mutant after all, right?

Tom took another few steps closer and a smirk appeared on that ugly face of his, "I'm going to enjoy this." He whispered into my ear. The events of the next I don't even know how long were a blur. I can remember bits and pieces, like Tom and Joshua tying the ropes around my wrists and ankles. Kids coming, kicking and punching, tearing my clothes. After that, I went black.