Can't Catch Me

Chapter 1

I was walking to my locker, listening to music when I stopped short. I stared as a boy with black hair and black clothes started coming towards me. It was that boy who came with me to the garden last week. Of all the lockers in the whole school I thought they had to give him the one next to me. I was right too. He stopped just beside my locker. He started to put in his code but stopped suddenly and left. Off to go get something probably. I thought uninterested. When he was gone I heard a voice as familiar to me as my own. "C'mon!" Cindy giggled to her friends. "Now's our chance!" I watched out of the corner of my eye as the Slut Squad advanced on the locker. They were holding prices of paper and sticky tape. The locker was vandalised within seconds. There was paper hanging off every available surface, sticky tape covered the locker and the worst things were written there. I read the paper and gasped at the cruel words imprinted. Freak. Emo. Loser. Leave. No one wants you here. Get lost. Satan. Go back to where you came from. . I covered my mouth with my hand as I continued to read. The girls went to lean against the other row of lockers, admiring their work. I stepped forward to rip the papers off when I looked behind me and saw the boy in black standing there.
His eyes scanned the words and he looked like he had just watched his family being murdered. He looked close to tears. In one swift motion he stepped forward and ripped the papers off of his locker. The girls laughed. They walked up to him and surrounded the locker and the boy. "No one wants you here-Freak." Cindy said. "You scare everyone and you don't fit in. Go back to whatever graveyard you crawled out of." They 3 of them laughed. The boy ignored them and tried to open his locker but Cindy slammed her hand on it and pushed it closed. "You ignoring me freak?" She snarled "Your gonna regret that." Macy and Natasha grabbed his arms and spun him around to face Cindy. She pulled her arm back, fist clenched. I watched in shock as the boy squirmed and tried to get free from the girls' grasp. I could see their nails digging in to his arms. I needed to do something. It's now or never I though. I put my books in my locker and barrelled into Cindy. We both crashed into the ground, me on top of her. The sound of her head striking the marble floor was sickening enough to make me gasp. She screamed at me as we fell. When we landed I got up quickly and backed away. Cindy got up slower, rubbing her head, but that didn't stop a look of murder from forming on her face. She turned to me and a slow, evil smile formed on her face. I put my hands up and bolted. I ran into the back corridor of the cafeteria where I didn't think the girls would find me. I put my back to the wall and slid down it, putting my head In my hands trying to catch my breath. The whole time the only think I could think was That's it. Your dead. This is the end. Suddenly a shadow passed on the floor in front of me. Not a shadow. 3 shadows. I looked up quickly an a hand gripped my hair and yanked my head back. Macy and Natasha both grabbed one of my legs and pulled them out from under me. My head hit the wall as I slid the remainder of the way and they kept pulling until I was lying completely on the floor. I was struggling and flailing the whole way down but Cindy stilled me with a swift kick in the ribs. "You know what bitch?" She whispered into my ear "You are really gunna wish you hadn't done that." Within the space of 5 minuets I had been punched, kicked, slapped, clawed, bitten, scratched and other way of tourtue. Cindy was just about to deliver the finishing blow to the face when we heard a whistle being blown. 2 whistles. A hand grabbed Cindy's fist and pulled her backwards. I looked and saw that the boy from before had pulled Cindy away from me and was holding her down while the whistles were still being blown. The teachers that had come to my rescue were Mrs Charles and Mr Diggs. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god. I thought as I rested my head back against the floor. The other girls let me go and the teachers looked at me worriedly. Mr Diggs yelled at the boy to go and get a teacher from the sick bay and Mrs Charles was assessing my injures. "Relax Luna" she whispered to me. "It's going to be ok. Everything will be ok. Just calm down and relax" I did as I was told and waited as a stretcher from the sick bay came to take me away.