Zoe. | Recharged. | Book One.

Julian Rivera. | Bruises. | Part Two.

Disclaimer

Hi everyone, it's MOXIE again. I just want to say that I don't condone violence, harassment, or bullying of any kind. These concepts are only being used out of necessity for the storyline. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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September 3rd, 2011

The bell rings as I sit in my English class, which signifies that this course is over. I watch the students around me get up from their desk-chairs and grab their belongings to travel to their next lesson. I exhale and run my right hand through my hair as I get up to participate in the same actions in which my classmates are completing. I look up to see that Zoe and Marla are already halfway out of the door, venturing into the hallway. How did I not notice Zoe walking past me? I ask myself. I grab my book bag after putting the project-packet away and make my way out the door. I attempt to catch up with Zoe as she makes her way down the hall. Marla walks beside her with confidence as her belongings weigh down the capacity of her bag.

Zoe is walking down the hall while clutching her English textbook to her chest as her backpack dangles from her right shoulder. She's walking with her head hanging down and keeping to herself. Suddenly, she gets shoved onto the surface of a locker by Marla, who purposefully jabs Zoe in her shoulder hard enough to make her lose her balance. Therefore, this incident causes her to drop her belongings. Zoe screams in agony while falling onto the floor into a sitting position, and her back rests against the locker that's directly behind her. Everyone in the hallway stops to look at her and laugh while Marla nonchalantly saunters past the chaotic scene and makes her way to what I assume is her next class. I run to Zoe aid quickly in fear that she may have a severe injury.

I kneel beside her on the ground and take my bag off of my shoulder before placing it on the floor. The crowd that surrounds us is still making jokes and taunting Zoe as she sits on the ground in what I can only imagine is agonizing pain. She's gripping onto her shoulder for dear-life, seemingly hoping that the pain will subside. Zoe shuts her eyes as the pain in her shoulder seems to intensify with every passing second. Tears begin to run down her cheeks as her face flushes red, which I assume is a result of her being in such pain and discomfort.

"Look at this loser. She's so pathetic that it's laughable." One of the students in the crowd says, mockingly as he laughs hysterically along with others in this group of disgraceful students.

"She's so weak," another student chimes in as Zoe continues to scream in pain.

I lean closer to her ear the comfort her as the crowd around us continues to mock her. "it's okay, love. I've got you." I look over my shoulder, trying to see if I can find the teacher that's close by or perhaps the principal to help de-escalate this situation before it worsens, but no such luck. Damnit! I need to get her out of here!

"Everybody back up!" I yell at the top of my lungs. My voice echoes through the crowd as if it were a megaphone. The crowd quiets down, but they don't heed my request. They remain in there perspective spots. My face turns red with anger. I feel like a cartoon character who has smoke coming out of their ears due to the level rage that I feel right now.

"Why are you helping her, man? She's a nobody." A guy in front of me with a smirk on his face and green tips in his hair along with a nose ring. He's short, stocky, and seems to a bit of a macho complex. Although, if I'm honest, he looks like Punk rock wannabe that's trying to impersonate his favorite Punk rock legend.