WIP

III

I get to the bus stop, the leaves still blowing around me as if nature is trying to make me the center of attention. "Son of a bitch", I mutter to myself, as the so-called "cool kids of the school" walked over to the bus stop. They just happen to stop right next to the brick wall I am leaning on, still with my hood and head down. I steal a quick glance at them to see if they are talking about me, or anyone I know for that matter. I can't make out the words but I can see they noticed I was staring. I just try to play it cool, but I was never really good at that, or anything like it.
I pretending to look at the graffiti on the walls instead of them but I hear footsteps coming and can already feel the heat in the eyes of the leader of the group, Cindy McRow. She had everything, popularity, her dad was rich, and I am not going to lie, she was very attractive. Her father had started a multi million dollar company called E-quick. Don't ask me what they do, I find technology all very confusing. Whatever it is, it's made her family the richest family in town. My family doesn't even compare.
She flipped her bleached blond hair over her shoulder on to the back of her pink and blue top. She was also wearing nice skinny jeans and an expensive brown belt with a silver buckle. Very stylish, and very attractive if I was being honest- but I'm not feeling very nice at the moment.
Now, I am not saying I was bullied but I did get picked on every so often. I do not know why, but I do, and it is always by Cindy and her group. "Hey"! Someone from Cindy's group calls out to me I try to pretend not to hear her with my head phones but they get ripped of by Cindy. " Are you deaf or something? we are trying to talk to you, you, freak" "just go a away please" I say in a low monotone voice. She steps forward getting right in my face throwing my black sony headphones that I got for my birthday a few years ago on the ground, I have used them ever since. She steps back crushing my already partly broken headphones. "Ops" she says maliciously everyone already knowing that she meant it. "What a little shit. She thinks she is so perfect and expect people to feel pity for her" I hear as they walk away from me, not sure if it was meant for me to hear it. The bright yellow and black school bus finally comes and the doors open "now you come to save me from this shit hole life..."