The Camp That Changed My Life

Chapter 6: My Cabin Mate (Bodhi)

I apologize in advance for any misspells of grammatical errors. Enjoy!

After our principal, Mr. Shaffer, was finished talking I started walking towards the bus I rode on. And I would've made it too, if it wasn't for the dozens of kids rushing over there. All the shoving knocked me to the ground, causing someone to trip over me.

I shot up and went over to them to help them up, but was met with an angry female face. her blond hair was disheveled and some strands were stuck to her overdone makeup. her blue eyes now daggers that could slice through anything.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" she cried. "You can't just lie in the middle of the ground!" She slapped my hand away before slapping me in the face. My face whipped around and my cheek stung. Her outburst attracted the attention of another student.

I recognized him as the quarterback of our football, which meant I accidentally tripped the head cheerleader, his girlfriend. Oh, I fucked up, I thought panicking.

"What's going on, babe?" he asked in a deep voice. He looked like he could easily snap me in half.

"This bitch tripped me on purpose." she said, her voice suddenly whiny. His head shot towards me, his eyes full of fury. I held up my hands and tried to defend myself, but all that came out was a jumble of stutters that even I couldn't understand.

"Did you trip my girlfriend?" he said, his voice strained from anger as he stepped towards me. Still a stuttering mess, I backed up, but tripped over a bush of grass. My behind hit the ground hard, but I didn't have time to kindle it. The person in front of me looked like he wanted to murder me. For every step forward he took, I scrambled backwards like a crab.

I eventually backed into a tree, my hands still out in front of me. As if they were going to protect me against the massive beast that was charging towards me. He bent down in front of me and grabbed me by my collar. He picked my up and slammed me against the tree, which didn't help the bruises that were already there from when Jackson did the same thing last week.

"I'm going to kill you, you little squirt." he says, his nose inches from mine.

"W-wait," I say, finally able to say words, "h-hold on. I d-didn't do anything!" the last word came out as a squeak as slammed me again, luckily not as hard as he did earlier.

"Are you calling my girlfriend a liar?" it came out more of a growl than a question. I shot my eyes around, trying to look anywhere except into the eyes of the quarterback. I noticed the cheerleader surrounded by a bunch of other popular girls. I can tell she is telling them about what I had 'done'.

Oh my god, is she crying? I wonder, still staring at the group.

"Hey!" his voice snapping me out of my stupor, "look at me when I'm talking to you!"

"Look, I'm really sorry." I say, my voice coming out surprisingly calm, "This doesn't need to become a whole thing. So if you could just let me go, I could apologize." his grip faltered for a second before completely letting me go.

"Now go apologize." I brushed myself off before walking over to the group of girls. They all shot me dirty looks. I stood in front of the cheerleader I tripped, her arms tightly crossed and her face a look of clear disgust.

"I am so sorry for tripping you. Please forgive me." I know it sounds forced, because it is. She was the one wasn't watching where she was going, and when I tried to help her up she smacked me! Which still hurts by the way. She stares at me for a long time before muttering a disgusted, "Sure, whatever."

I look to her boyfriend who gives me a nod. I sigh and turn around to walk away. "Annoying bitch." I mutter under my breath. Apparently I hadn't gotten far away enough, because next thing I knew, someone whirled me around and had me in a death grip.