Dream or Reality

Chapter Three

I said my goodbyes to Jamie and headed inside. I had a good laugh and it felt good. We were chatting about the most random things like I discovered that at Jamie's old school he had a teacher called Mr Walker who was obsessed with Care Bears and would throw pens at his students and loads of the boys in his year wore dresses for an assembly. However, I don't get why he was being so nice to me? But I know it won't last long before he starts to think I'm a freak as well.

I walked into my house and saw Alex stood in the front room staring out of the window, "Who's the boy?"

"Just a kid from school," I replied.

"I've seen him around school with those kids that pick on you, I think he's trouble, so I want you to stay away from him,"

"why do you care?" I shouted as I ran upstairs. I knew Alex was right, but I didn't want it to be true. I would like a friend. Someone I can rely on. Someone I could laugh with. Someone that won't judge me. I sat at my desk and went on my laptop. There was loads of messages popping on Facebook saying things like "you're a freak, "cutter" and "just die already". I hated reading all of the hateful messages as it always made me feel like dirt. I noticed I had a text message from Jamie, who has probably joined the bandwagon, "hey how are you?"

"I just saw you like five minutes ago."

"True what you up to?"

"Nothing much." Then I made a huge mistake, "why are you texting me? You don't really know me." I instantly regretted it the second I hit send so I slammed my laptop shut and threw it into my desk drawer. I leaned back in my wooden chair and started to rock it back and forth. What have I done? I had a chance to make an actual friend, but I messed it all up and threw it in the bin. I heard Alex's mates come into the house. Mel left a voicemail saying that she will be gone for a few extra weeks but will be back into time for Alex's graduation, which is in nine weeks, meaning a few extra weeks of Alex and his mates raiding the house and being morons. All I could hear was the idiots shouting so I slumped onto my bed, put my headphones on and turn my music onto full blast. Another reason why people think I'm a freak is because I like to listen to rock and Nightcore which people find weird.

A few hours later, I heard Alex calling me. "What?" There was no reply. "What?" I was screaming my head off but once again zero reply. I hate when people do this it really grinds my gears. I headed downstairs and tried looking for him. Everything was dark and quiet, maybe a little too quiet. I checked kitchen and dining room but no sign of him. I headed back into the hallway when I noticed the front room door was slightly open with light flooding out meaning Alex must be inside. I opened the door, and everything happened so quickly. Suddenly, a bucket full of some sort of sticky liquid fell from the top of the door and spilled over me. Then Alex and his friend, Cole, threw a bag of feathers over me whilst Alex's best mate, Matt, took a photo. They all started laughing hysterically. I was used to them constantly playing pranks on me. "That's classic," Cole laughed.

"I'm so sending this to my sister," Matt stated.

"What? No. Don't!" I screamed.

"To late." Matt's little sister was Melissa which was an utter nightmare. Melissa would torture me at school and Matt would torture me at home. I was never able to escape. You would think my house was safe but nope. Alex as always did nothing to stop it and joined in laughing. Now Melissa has that embarrassing picture of me that she will send around the school and use it to bully me until she gets bored of it and finds something else to use.

I ran out of the room and sprinted upstairs to the bathroom. I collapsed on the floor and started to break down. I needed somewhere to go where I could disappear from everyone and everything. Why can't they just leave me alone? Why can't I just stay in my dream world? I went into my drawer under the sink and pulled out that thin, shiny metal object that felt like my only friend to help regain power and wipe the slate clean. After, I cleaned everything up and had a nice, relaxing, warm shower to do my best to get rid of the feathers and honey. I managed to get most of the prank off me and changed into a panda onesie and curled up in bed to sleep.