I Need To Tell You My Story

Chapter 26: Brandon

Grade 8 2004

Me and link walked together down the path, holding each other's hand. We smiled. The sun is glistening off of links black shiny hair. It's moments like these that should last forever. We talked and talked as we walked down the crumbly pathway. Link 😍...

The bell rung and the corridor became empty within a minute. Kids frantically rushing and pushing over people to get to class. Link kissed me and walked over to social studies while I unlocked my locker and grabbed out my science book. A felt a big sweaty hand grabbed my left shoulder tightly. I gulped quietly. I know who it is. They spun me around so I was facing them. It's the head football guy who punched me. I have one more week left of my leg cast then it gets taken off. He dragged me and slammed my small weak body against the lockers opposite me. Sweat trickled down both of our faces. He put his face up to mine. "Why if it isn't little miss thinks she's so tough" he said. As he talked about how stupid I am I could smell his breath. Disgusting. It smells of smoke and sweat mixed together and trust me that does NOT smell good at all. "If you mess with me or my girl I'll punch you again but this time you will end up at a cemetery instead of the hospital" he said dropping my limp body to the ground making a loud thud noise as my books fell from my shaking heads. My mouth trembled as what he just said played through my mind. He dropped a pencil when he dropped me. I picked it up. It has a name tag on it saying Brandon. Brandon the big bully. That's his name. "H h how's your g girl?" I asked as Brandon turned around and marched back deon the hall to me. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt nearly choking me. My feet are 7 centre meters off the ground. He walked outside of school and to the out of bounds area. He opened the lid of the school dumpster and practically threw me in it then slammed the lid shut. As he did he yelled "Ashley!" Then walked away to class. Ashley and Brandon. Ok then. My body feels weak hurting and really smelly and gross. I stood up but fell down because my crutch isn't with me. Oh no. My crutch for my leg is still in the hallway. I'm pretty much stranded. My face turned to terror and pain. I wiped away a bit of blood from my hand then hopped up and opened the dumpster lid, relieved I can finally get some fresh air. I jumped out and luckily landed on my other leg. I tried wiping all the ketchup out of my hair but it was no use. I shivered in disgust when I shook a banana peel of my foot and a piece of cheese of my arm. I hopped on one leg all the way to my locker, falling over every 10 seconds or so. When I reached my locker I grabbed my science book and hopped and sprinted at the same time to the girls bathroom. I opened the door and rinsed my hair then dried it. I brushed it back with my hand and hopped sprinted again to science. As I opened the door Mr. Brock is mid conversation with the class. "You're 15 minutes later write out lines for today's class miss Smith" he said as I slumped in my chair. I looked over my shoulder to see that Brandon is smiling evilly and sitting behind me. I turned to face he front and sighed. I can so tell this is gonna be a good day I thought to myself sarcastically...