"Awwwww. Are you crying?" The boy asked in a mocking tone.
You shake your head, not wanting to look weak.
"Ok then! I guess we can continue!" He said to his friends.
He lifted his fist to punch you and you covered your head with your arms.
~time skip~
After the bullies were done you wiped your bleeding nose and shakily got to your feet. You winced, the new set of bruises and cuts on your body hurt. A lot.
But then that was to be expected.
You looked at your small wrist watch and realised something. Not only were you hurting you were also 20 minuets late to your maths lesson!
You started running towards the classroom at top speed. If your grades went down again your mother would kill you.
Almost literally.
Slowing down as you reached your maths class, you then opened the door. Very, very quietly. But by then it was too late.
"Y/N! Why are you so late? Detention! Go to my office after school!" Mr Andrews yelled. Oh no! Detention! You couldn't do that! Your mother would wonder where you had been and if she knew you had had detention.... well it would not be good.
"Um..... I was..." you said, desperately trying to think of a good excuse.
" Just go and sit down!" Mr Andrews said, pointing to where you sat. You nodded and quickly walked over to you desk. Josh, one of the bullies wrote something on a small piece of paper and handed it to you.
It said:
'I will ask nicely one last time. Please leave!! No one wants you here!'
You scrunched the note up into a tiny little ball and put it on the farthest edge of your school desk. That would definitely go in the bin later.
Josh wrote you another note.
'Don't ignore me! I'm serious. You have no friends and it pretty easy to tell why! Just go!!'
Once again that ended up scrunched up On the edge of your desk. You tried to ignore them, but they kept doing it. Eventually, you ran out of patience and yelled at them to stop.
Mr Andrews stopped talking and everyone starred at you.
"Y/N! Do you care to share why you have just disrupted my lesson for the second time?" He asked angrily.
You shake you head quickly and look down at your feet in embarrassment. "Go to the headmasters office. I'm sick of your interruptions." Mr Andrews said. You got up slowly and walked to the headmaster's office, dreading what he would say. When you got there he made you sit down opposite him.
"Y/N," he began, "I'm sorry to say but we will have to tell your parents about this. After all this isn't the first time something similar has happened."
Your mind blanked out. He absolutely couldn't do that. If he did...
" sir please don't do that! Don't tell my parents. Just give me a different punishment please!" You begged him desperately.
" why not?" He asked curiously, "what will they do if I tell them."
"N-nothing," you lied. He didn't look like he believed you.
"Well then it will be fine if I call them." He told you.
"O-ok sir. But they...well they might not pick up."
