I was in the girl's bathroom getting dressed for P.E. I put on a pair of dark gray joggers, (fav color) sneakers, and a black t-shirt. I put the clothes I was wearing before in my backpack and exit the bathroom. I put my bag in my locker and I walk down the hall and enter through the gym door. It wasn't long before I spotted my bullies. A small group of about 6 people. 3 girls and their boyfriends. I kept looking around until I spotted him with the group pf popular kids he always hangs out with. Today...they're gonna get what they deserve. Moments later the gym teacher came in and announced that he had no plans for the day, which was good news for me. When ever he had no plans he would just stay in his office the whole period, so the rest of us could do what ever we wanted.
Some kids started playing basketball, others just sat around on the wrestling mats. Me? I sat against the wall and waited for my bullies to strike. They always pick on me on days the gym teacher lets us go wild. I didn't have to wait long. "Hey loser!" I heard one of the girls call. Before I could look at her they already surrounded me. But this time I wasn't gonna be their punching bag. "Hey what?!" I snapped back and walked right up to her where we were face to face. "Ohhh, look at you being all big and-" PUNCH!!
Before she finished I punched right in the face. Her boyfriend tried to hit me but I kicked him the groin before he could hit me. One of the other boys grabbed me, so I grabbed his face and slammed his head against the wall. By now the rest of the class started gathering around us and encouraged the fight. One of the girls knocked me and got on top me. She hit me a few times, but hit back even harder. The first girl I hit kicked me in the stomach. I tackled her to the ground and started hitting her in the face repeatedly. No one tried to tried to stop me and I know why. With in moments her whole face was covered in blood and so was my fist. But I didn't stop, I was letting out all the anger and sadness her and her friends caused me over the years. They didn't stop me....because they were scared of me. I was started to run low on energy when someone grabbed and pulled me off her while saying "(Name) stop!" I tried to get of his hold. "Stop! You're gonna kill her!"
He pulled me away from the crowd and out into the hall. Once we were there he finally let me go. I turned around and punched him in the left eye. Hard. But I didn't stop there. I just began punching him repeatedly. After what felt like hours I stopped. He was leaning against the lockers with bruises and cuts on his arms and face. I was panting a little before I had enough breath to speak. "Stay! Away from me Gilbert! I hate you! Don't talk to me! Don't look at me! Don't even try to come near me! You are nothing to me! NOTHING! Nothing but selfish bastard who uses people until their useless! So just stay away from me you...you! Red eyed, pale skinned, white haired, FREAK!"
I turned around and ran down the hall, I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes. I go to my locker and grab my stuff, slamming the door shut. I run outside the school and keep running until I reach my house.
Her voice echoed in my head over and over. That was the first she ever called me that. I remember how she would always beat people up in grade school for calling me that, but I never thought that word would come from her. Not even when I abandoned her. I began to get a lump in my throat as I tried to hold back tears. I decide to just do what she did yesterday and skip school.
I sat down on my bed, still trying not to cry.
Finally I couldn't hold it in anymore and sobbed.
I was in my bathroom washing the blood of my hands. I look in the mirror and noticed I had small spots of blood on my face too. I was my face and dry off with a towel. Even I couldn't tell I know if I got blood on my face there's not doubt there's some on my shirt to. I go down stairs and but it in the washer and start it up. I put on a clean (fav color) shirt and walk into the living room to watch TV.
About an hour later there was a knock at my door. I walk up to it and open it and there was a police officer standing there. I had a feeling someone would call the cops. "Good after noon ma'am. Are you a Ms. (Full Name)?" he asked. "Is this about what happened at school?" "Yes it is ma'am. That girl you beat up, a Ms.(random name), was sent to the hospital with a broken nose and other facial wounds." "Am I going to jail?" "Surprisingly no. Witness told us she and her friends bullies you often and her parents have chose not to press charges. But I am going to have to let you off a warning about these kinds of things." "Yes. Thank you officer." "Alright, you have a good after noon ma'am."
He turned around to walk to the police car and I shut the door. Serves her right to be in the hospital.