Here we go again. Probably another day of pain and misery, as usual. My usual tormenters will be going to my school, oh joyous rapture.
Pretty much everyone I know is going to the same middle school. It's because it's in the same building as the grade school, it's a matter of convenience.
"Mom?" I called to my mother. "I'm going now."
So I left. How exiting. I am overjoyed to be going back to school, and enduring this horrible agony once again. In case you haven't noticed yet, insert sarcastic voice here.
It's not that I don't like school, I actually sorta do. I'm good at it, you see. It's just, school is very painful. I have a record for never being in school for the whole day, or at least not in class. After recess, or, beating time, I either wind up in the nurses office, at home, or if they hurt me bad enough, in the hospital.
Which is really just grand.
I saw the school, so I walked to it, and into it's dreaded doors.
What sucks the worst of everything, is Mimi isn't here. She's in fourth grade, still in grade school. If I had any sort of social life I'd be embarrassed to hang out with one so young. But, I don't. She is my social life.
Oh well, at least I get to see her in the halls. No lunch or period breaks though…different lunch periods, plus the grade school doesn't have period breaks.
I looked at my schedule. Homeroom first, then Math…yuck…then, huh…a creative writing class? What the heck…? Science, Art…Lunch…if things go like they did in grade school, I wont even need to look at the afternoon schedule.
And I'm sure they will.
No one I know is in homeroom. Well, this girl, Becky, who was in my kindergarten class. She doesn't really talk much. It's rumored her sister died or something like that, which is why she's like this.
But to tell the truth, no matter how sad it is, I can't care. Becky was one of my tormenters, and I can't care about their problems, if they are going to make mine.
I looked at the teacher. I'd never seem him before, but he looked relatively scary. He had a big fake frozen smile, and he looked like he's either crack up, or faint, at any moment.
"Welcome sixth graders." He said. "As you should already know, middle school is very different from grade school.
Fine, go ahead and tell us whats completely and totally wrong. Maybe for other people it'll be different. But not for me.
I have some kind of bad aura you see. Some people just don't like me. People are already looking at me weirdly. It's not like kindergarten where they just came up and said they didn't like me. But they still…don't.
I miss Mimi.
"Anyway, class, I'm Mr. Bell. I'll be your homeroom teacher, and your Math teacher. Math is starting…" He checked his watch. "Right about now. So now, I magically transform into your math teacher."
He began ranting about how really wonderful math is, and how much it enriches ones life.
He needs to get a life. Then again, so do I.
I looked around. Hey, wait a minute, I do know most of these people. Renee Exti, Becky's best friend, Rui Fiu, one of my few friends besides Mimi. No longer though. He had just moved here, and didn't know about my rep. He still wanted to be my friend, but it could be downright scary in this school, and he didn't want to risk being hurt himself.
And Tekuno… Tekuno Raiu is my worst nightmare come true. He's the one behind a large number of my hospitalizations.
Needless to say, I don't really like Tekuno. Not even slightly.
I hope he doesn't see me. I am very scared of Tekuno.
But he sees me, and he sees my fear, my blood. He's like a shark.
Except sharks follow blood. He's the one who causes it, and leaves me to the rest.
"This exponent squared…" Mr. Bell droned on and on.
Math was over, finally.
Tekuno walked up to me. "Recess." He said.
There is no point in not coming. If I don't go out, I get detention, which he has all the time, and I'll be beaten then.
I walked to the creative writing class. Tekuno was not there, thank god. Although he was in my homeroom class, and we had mostly the same periods, for period two, each student was assigned a random class to try out.
I had no idea what class Tekuno was in, and I didn't really care.
The teacher was a woman with light brown hair, and these odd golden eyes. She gave us each a piece of paper. "I want everyone to write a poem."
I'm no poet, but I think I can do this. I've got to have some creativity in my body. I mean, my mother is a famous author.
I picked up a pen and started writing.
The world is nothing more,
Then rocks to smash my head open,
That I shall someday fly to,
If life continues this way
Why wont they just kill me?
Please let me die
Okay, that was lame.
The teacher came and colleted the poems. She then talked about the point of the class and blahdy, blahdy, blah.
In science we didn't do anything, which is horrible. I had to watch Tekuno's glaring eyes.
I am very scared. I don't want to be beaten again. I hate it, I really do, it hurts so much, and I can't take it and I wish I could die…why can't they just kill me?