My Senior Year (BALDI FANFIC)

Chapter Two: The Bully and the Annoyance

Author's Note:
Due to me adapting the game into my own story, I am not going to call "It is Bully" and "Playtime" by their names. I want this story to work perfectly okay without knowledge of the game. So, It is Bully is Brandon Bullie and Playtime is Prudence Thyme. Thank you for understanding!

Yet another day of school. Getting ready for school was the same mundane task. For some reason, I feel real down today—even though yesterday was a good day. Hopping onto the bus just before the door shut, and sitting in my usual seat, I felt like crap. Maybe I was just feeling sick.
Once into the school, I head to my locker. In the middle of putting my things away, someone comes up to my side. I look over and there's Prudence. "Hi, Jess!" The short girl says with a big grin. She was wearing a red dress with some blue jeans. Her big eyes were brown, nearly black. Prudence's curly hair was a mess; looks like she forgot to brush her hair this morning.
I sigh, "Hey, Prudence." I put my backpack into my locker and pull out some things I need for my first class.
"How are you?" She asks, looking into my locker and seeing all the math artwork I have in there.
"I'm fine." I close my locker and begin heading to my class. Prudence, to my great annoyance, follows. I am not in the mood for her today. She is known to be loud and immature. Even though she is just a year younger than me, she acts like she's a little kid.
"So, how has Mr. Baldimore's class been? I heard he's suuuuper mean! Did he really already give you guys homework? Does he really give everyone nasty looks all the time?" She speaks almost to fast for me to understand. I take a moment to digest her words.
"I think he's okay. Sure, he gives mean looks to most of the students, and he did give everyone homework on the first day." Jesus. He does suck quite a bit. "But, he seems to be okay with me. I think it's because I like math so much?" I glance to Prudence. She stops in her tracks.
"Maybe we should walk the long way, Jess." She stares ahead.
"Huh? Why?" I look forward. Great. Just what I needed today on top of Prudence: Brandon Bullie. Just like his name suggests, he's a bully. And a huge asshole. Being Courtney's boyfriend makes him even worse. He stands, leaning on the hallway's wall, looking for anyone who might have lunch money or food on them. If you meet eyes with him, he'll steal anything he can find in your bag. To match his ugly personality, Brandon is quite ugly too. He's six foot five inches and is quite obese. He wears a orange hoodie with blue sleeves. He wears loose blue sweatpants.
I grab Prudence's arm and walk quick to get past Brandon without trouble. Fuck. I meet eyes with him. He steps out from his station. Brandon gets in front of me and Prudence. "You know the drill," he holds out a gross chubby hand.
"We don't have anything!" Prudence squeaks. She grips onto her backpack straps.
"Bullshit," he says. "I know you bring your lunch everyday." Brandon stares down at Prudence with a threatening look.
"Can you just fuck off today, fatass?" I say without thinking. I am so fucked. Why the hell did I say anything? My heart drops as he looks to me.
"The hell did you say to me, bitch?" He looks real pissed now. Brandon slaps the things I'm holding out of my hands. I jump as he does this.
The click clack of high heels rush over. "Goodness gracious!" It's Mrs. Pomp, a strict but kindhearted woman. The older woman wears a white button up tee with a red skirt. She has her usual red high heels on to match her skirt. Her obviously dyed blonde hair is frizzled. "What is going on here?" She stands to the side of Brandon and I.
Brandon frowns more, purely of out annoyance. "Jessie called me fat."
"He was trying to steal Prudence lunch and I just said the first thing that came to mind!" I blurt. My face flushed pink with embarrassment. I know people are starting to stare at the situation.
Mrs. Pomp shakes her head. "You kids need to learn how to get along. I have been getting onto you both since 9th grade for this. If I see you two fighting again, I'm putting you both in detention. Just go to class." She walks off.
Brandon squints at me. "You heard her, fuck off."
I pick up my things and quickly walk away with Prudence. "She's gonna punish me for getting bullied. How fucking great," I grumble. Prudence just quietly pats my shoulder. Once we reach my class, Prudence walks away to go to her own class. I sit down in my usual seat, the one closest to the exit of this room.
When class starts, I can't really pay attention. I'm too pissed off to even think about social studies. I just want to go home and watch more videos about non-Euclidean geometry or about how the fourth dimension works. I doodle on my notes paper. Fc(z)=z^2+c. I draw a small Mandelbrot set by the equation. Just thinking about these equations help calm me.

Author's note:
That is really the equation for the original Mandelbrot Set. Non-Euclidean geometry is a real thing. And the fourth dimension is real wild. I'm not going to give you a math lesson—as I'm sure you do not care. But, if you do, just watch some YouTube videos about it.