Colin Feeney
12/5/11
Class-F
Fiction story
I had seen plenty of pictures of snow before, but the real thing seemed dirtier. It is amazing that pictures can make things look a lot better than they actually are.
“Paul, isn’t it beautiful?” my mother interrupted. Nothing had been beautiful since they split up. My father had found someone else he enjoyed being with instead. This has changed my whole life dramatically. There were so many new things that came into my life that were so stressful.
“Paul, Tom is joining the basketball team for his high school. Would you like to try out for your school?” My mother asked me. I knew my mother wanted me to be just like my brother, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to try out, basketball wasn’t my thing. Even though school has been going on for over two months, since we just moved into a new house my mother decided to enroll us into the schools a week after we arrived.
A week after we arrived it was that morning I woke up and stumbled into the shower. While in the steaming hot shower I couldn’t stop thinking about the new kids that are going to be in my junior high school class. I mean, I am a really nice guy and can make friends really easily. Well, at least at my old school. My mother screamed up the stairs, “Paul breakfast is getting cold!” I went downstairs and ate my breakfast fast enough so I could get to school on time. My mother than had to drive me to school and on my way out the car door my mother wished me luck in my new school. She could tell by the look of me that I was nervous.
I walked in and I saw lots of tall kids, a lot bigger than me. On the way to my homeroom class basically every person I saw was staring at me like I was naked or something. One kid asked who I was and I told him my name was Paul White. I remember his hand squeezing really hard when he responded “oh hey, my name is Mike Stanley and you’re the new kid that is going to get beat up today after school.” As he walked away, I stood there in silence not knowing what to do. I felt like running out of the school and never coming back.
As I was walking into my homeroom class I looked around the room and I don’t believe who is in my class. There he was sitting there smiling at me as I walked by. As of now I have realized that this kid is a bully. I knew I had to think of something to get out of this school. I went to throw my trash away and fell and told the teacher I need to go see the nurse. I told her my knee was killing me. She allowed me to go but this was not a good idea. Once I got down to the nurse she asked me what was wrong and I told her my knee felt like it was going to explode. She gave me this look and knew something was up. The nurse said, “Your knee doesn’t hurt. You’re just trying to escape the bully!” my eyes opened wide and she started to smile and then gave this creepy laugh and as I was running out of the door back to my homeroom teacher, she screamed , “He’s going to get you!” and then banged on her table.
I made it back to my homeroom teacher and I told her about the bully and what was going on. She looked at me like she knew what I was going to say and she also gave creepy smile. I knew that something was wrong with this school and that I needed to get out. I tried to run out the side doors but they were all locked. I tried opening it with all my might but it didn’t budge one bit. So I decided to hide in the bathroom. What do you know? Mike was standing in there punching his right fist into the palm of his left hand. I then tried to escape out the door but I felt someone tugging on it from the other side. At this point I was panicking like a little baby. Mike then pushed me to the floor. It felt like a 20 year old man’s powerful arms pushing weight on a bench. He then started banging my head against the toilet and it broke my nose. I felt liquid pouring from my nose. It looked like water pouring from a water bottle. As I was trying to fight back I couldn’t believe who I saw walk in. It was the principle and it was the biggest relieve of my life.
I screamed to the principle, “Help me!”, but he just stood there and watched the blood drip from my nose. He stood there with a smile on his face just like the nurse and the teacher. The bully looked me in the eye and said “you’re going to die little boy”. The principle then started to walk over to us, maybe to help me. But he came over and kicked me right in the face and then grabbed me by the throat. I tried breathing but it was impossible. My face started to turn red and while I was getting choked, Mike was punching me in the ribs. At this point I fell and pretended like I passed out or even died. With blood everywhere, they finally decided to leave. As they were walking out the door I looked at both of them and they were smiling and gave each other a high five. I was really disappointed at this point.
I knew I had to do something about this. I knew that I had to get this bully back for what he has done. So I decided to go to the janitor’s room. The door wouldn’t open so I ripped out the screws in the door. I got in and found some tools but I decided to get a broom that was in the corner. I took the broom and ran into the lunch room where I knew he was. I saw him, came up from behind him and cocked the broom stick back and swung as hard as I could to the back of his head. I kept beating him over the head with it until the wood broke on the broom stick. I knocked him down and then stood on his chest with my right foot. I felt so good in myself and as I was running out of the lunch room the bell rang and all the kids ran out of the school. I went with them and took the bus home. I couldn’t wait to tell my mother the crazy story that had happened in school that day.
