Encounter
Great another year of torture, Another year of playing the safe card, Another of year of just being anti-social. This is all I was thinking walking into Hawkins High. The rudest school in the district, knowing this a lot of people try to mind there on business trying to stay out the way of the bullies. And as you guessed it I was on of the ones who walks in the shadows praying not to be seen. I avoid everything especially sport and clubs they all might as well be called cliques, don’t dare be in a nerdy group either because that’s asking for a beating but don’t try to be in sports either that’s the main way to attract the bullies aka the “jocks”.
Even the cheerleaders gets bullied. The counselor doesn’t help much either, she’s on drugs so there is no ways she can help with our highschool drama with her being a divorced 34 year old acholic, with mommy and daddy issues. I’ve been doing great though its been 3 years since the last time I got bullied and I only lucked up because the boy moved away. Everyone calls me shy but really I’m just cautious I need my lunch money and to do only 1 persons homework at night. The jocks basically run the school even the teachers are scared of them.
Instead of the usually acting out in class like talking or not doing there work some get up and flip desk, punch walls, and curse at the teacher. The principals cant do much either because some dumb person decided to make strict rule on the expel list so after three days they come back even worse. I truly hate this school but of course its the best in the district. I beg my parents every year to transfer me to another school, but the rest of them are low quality and they cant afford to completely move. I cant get mad that they have no money, but sometime I be ready to just slap them.
The bell rings for first period and immediately I rush to my class. You have to rush. If your walking to slow your going to get stopped, to fast tripped, and dilly dallying completely shattered. The jocks are the last to class so if your late to, you don’t even make it to class your somewhere locked in a locker or the janitors closet, or the worse one....there locker room. It smells horrible in there like dirty feet and Blue Cheese. Believe me I know that’s why I’m always first to my class.
I’m lucky though, even though the jocks have to keep up with there grades they do the bare minimum to stay there they usually make straight C’s which is the requirement which isn’t good enough for me who is straight A’s. I walk into class like I haven’t just sprinted down the hallway as if I was in a marathon and take a sit right in the shadows, that’s where I get my shy title from in class I sit in corners where I’m basically blind to everyone. I learned my lesson not to become friends with anyone. Everyone I could become friends are geeky so 100% there bullied and if I get caught hanging with them its immediate bullying. I get out my notebook and pencil waiting for the teacher to start his lesson but right when the bell rung and he closed the door a boy busted into the room.
“Wait!” he screamed. I could here the exhaustion in his voice. But quickly my face dropped Lee Jefferson...one of the jocks. I sunk down in my desk praying that he wouldn’t sit by the empty desk beside me. Of course he did sit right there its literally the last spot in the back he sat down and smirked at me. Let the bullying begin I thought in my head. I couldn’t even focus in class because I was positive I just got myself a bully.
I sit there twiddling my thumbs as the teacher goes on with his lesson. I hate Highschool its the first day and she is teaching, what happened to “All about me” and stuff like that. Well she is obviously not going to know my name this year. “Aye girl with the short hair”. I hear Lee talking to me but I try to tune him out but he started throwing paper at me so I finely just turned my head and silently yelled, “What!”
What did I do that for this clearly is a bully. “Don’t have to be so rude.” He rolled his eyes when he said it. “What do you want Lee”. I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes back.
“Rookie mistake my dear.” He took a paper ball and threw at again. “Don’t try to run off after class”. He says it with such a mischievous smirk that I almost died right then and there. Every other day class would seem super long but of course the one day I praying class doesn’t end it ends at lighting speed.
The bell rings and I try my hardest to bolt out the door but of course I’m trapped with him dead in front of me beaming over me like a street light over the street. Of course me being 5′3 to his 6′0 I was a midget. I look down at the floor praying I don’t get to hurt unfortunately that was a lot to ask for. Even though to everyone else it just looked like we were holding hands and he was taking me somewhere he had a tight grip on my arm dragging me to the empty library. I knew at this moment I was done for.
He drags me to the middle of the aisle shoving me into the bookshelf my back now having a bruise from the spines hitting me so hard. He then grabbed a heavy book and dropped it dead on my foot. Tears start rolling down my face trying to keep from screaming. One rule never scream that will make it way worse. I couldn’t even feel my toes after a while. He had me pinned to the shelves so hard my back had gotten worse and the type gripped on my shoulders gave me bruises to I couldn’t help but to just stop resisting I let go of my grip on his arm and stop squirming. Eventually he stopped and walked away like nothing happened. There I sat crying I couldn’t believe this just happened. I go to the restroom to clean my face then go up to my second period.
