Storm

Storm : Chapter 1

The last bell just rung to go home. I hurried out of the classroom with my head down so that maybe I could withdraw attention from my ugly pale face, and bumped into someone. I looked up and saw Chelsea and her crew of thots.

" Look who it is girls ," Chelsea , my bully since 3rd grade , told her friends.

" It's Maddie. Duh ," Jenny, the dumbest in the group, replied.

" Jenny. What did I tell you about making stupid comments? "

" To not say anything until I got my brain cleared of all stupidness," she said with her head hanging low. I kind of feel bad for her. She's dumb, she's been played so many times. But she's also my bully. She see's Chelsea bullying me and does nothing, that counts.

" What do you want? I don't have your stupid time," I asked clearly annoyed by her routine of cornering me every chance she has and picking on me.

" Who said you could talk to me that way? "

" It's called having a mouth," right when I said it , I regretted it more than anything in the world.

She threw me up against the wall and punched me in the stomach. I groaned in pain and she did it again and again until I fell to the floor. By now there was a crowd around us. Her and her crew were kicking me and throwing curses at me. Where's Jack? He's usually the one to help me out of these things. He's my bestfriend. My only friend. I turned my head, my vision falling into a blur, but even with my fading conciousness, I could see him. Jack. He just stood there and did nothing. I don't blame him. He's probably tired of dealing with my constant depression. I try. I try to recover. But when one bad thing ends, another comes piling down. A hundred times stronger and faster.

By now my eyes were closing. I could no longer feel the punches and kicks from Chelsea's crew. All I felt was the sudden burst of releaf, as I knew I was no longer concious. No pain. No worries. No battles. For now. Until you come to the realization that you aren't completly dead. Just for a brief moment. A second. A minute. An hour. A day.

And that was the day in 7th grade, that I lost the two most important things in my life.

Myself. And my bestfriend, Jack Finnegan Gilinsky.