Bully by Rebecca K. (reading books for 5 year olds .txt) 📕

I put two and two together. Foot ball player, cheerleader. Of course. I decided to brush it off, and started walking again. But, again, he did the same thing. This time pulling me back so abruptly that I not only stumbled, but out right fell. I looked up at him and felt an old feeling bubbling up inside of me. Pushing it down quickly though, I went to stand up again. This time, before I could even get up, he pushed me down.

Deciding to try manners I said as politely as I could, "Do you mind? I need to get to class." He looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. I decided to try it a different way. Instead of standing right back up, I backed up and went to a kneeling position. Standing up slowly I started thinking that this might work, but just as I was almost standing again, he grabbed my bag and pulled me down again. That's it. I'm done with manners.

"What the hell is your problem dude? Seriously! I haven't been here an hour and I'm all ready getting laid out in the freaking hall way. Now, if you don't mind, I have a class that I need to get to." Standing up quickly I went to go around him. He reached for my bag, but expecting this I ducked around him and took off down the hall. I looked back to see if he was following me but he wasn't. Just as I started slowing down I hit something, or someone, with an 'Ooomph!'. I stepped back and looked in front of me. Seeing that it was the kid from my Home Ec. class I calmed down a little bit. But I was still on guard. I started to say sorry when he handed me another piece of paper. Before I could even say anything he took off down the hall way in the direction of my new friend.

I looked at the paper in my hand and thought for a minute. Why is this kid giving me notes? I don't even know him, I've hardly been here an hour and he's all ready warning me about these other girls. I pushed these thoughts out of my head and tried to think. I needed to get to my next class but I had absolutely no clue where it was. Just then I heard somebody coming up behind me. Not wanting to be ambushed again I spun around. Sure enough I saw Marissa and her crew coming down the hall way completed by the ass that knocked me over.

Just cross to the other side of the hall way. Keep your head down. They'll leave you alone. Thinking it might work this is the exact thing that I did. When I got to the other side I watched them go by. The girl I assumed was Marissa glared at me as she walked past. I didn't know what the hell I had done to piss this many people off so quickly, but I wanted to figure it out really fast.

Suddenly remembering the note that that kid had given me I looked down. Again, folded into fourths. "Lunch is after third bell. Come down to the library. You'll be safest there."

I didn't know what third bell meant, but I hoped that my English teacher could help me. Because that's what I had next. As I followed the map to the other end of the school I began to feel nervous. I didn't know what was going to happen or what to expect from ky English class. The second I walked in the room though I knew instantly that I was going to hate it. There were cheesy posters hung up all over the place. Plus my new "friends" were there. Seeing a seat in the very back corner I immediately headed for that. Until I heard a girl talking to me. "Hey new girl. Since you don't know how things work I'll fill you in. Don't sit there. Don't ask why. Just trust me. You'll regret it."

Not being one to listen to people very often I just rolled my eyes. "Listen. I really don't give two fucks who the hell sits here. Unless it's the God damn queen of tucking Sheeba they can get the hell over it. Now if you don't mind I'd lime to sit here and sulk in private..." with that last word she quickly turned her head and headed in the opposite direction.

I was left alone for a couple of minutes. Then I felt somebody tapping on my arm. Before my head was even off the desk I had started in on a rant. "Listen, I all rash told that other chick that I'm not moving. So unless you-" I immediately stopped talking when I turned my head up and saw the kid from my home ec class.

He signaled some body from the door over and started moving his hands quickly. I immediately recognized the words mine and chair. I had tried to take an ASL class while I was I private school. But after the first week I gave up. I had remembered some of the stuff though. Including how to use the ASL terms and the alphabet. I immediately started in on an apology. He looked surprised when I apologized and said that I would move.

The woman that was interpreting for him looked just as shocked. By this time the class was almost full. I grabbed my bag and moved down the wall a couple of feet. I looked at the door and saw the teacher come in. She handed a copy of papers to the intrpretor and then sat down at her desk. Tithe first thing she did was point out that I was new here. And that I needed somebody to help me find the lunch room.

I figured that since he was probably going to be most likely to help me, I asked him. I struggled a little bit with some of the letters. But I eventually got it. He just started grinning. He looked at the lady and signed to her. I didn't know what he said so I was glad she was there. She looked at me and said, "He wants to know what class you have next." I looked at my schedule. "It looks like I have art... Why?"

He apparently knew what I had said because he immediately started signing more. I looked at the woman and waited patiently. She turned to me and said, "He says that he'll come find you. Just stay in the class room. He'll make sure to leave his class early so that he can come find you. I was about to tell him that he didn't have to do that when she interrupted. "Don't bother trying to argue. He's deaf and he's stubborn. Put those together and you get a very determined boy. It's no point."

"Okay... Then I'll wait in the class room." I wasn't sure about this. He seemed nice enough. And he was very, very cute. But I didn't want to get excited about it. Just because he's deaf doesn't mean that he's going to accept me. I even scare animals. It was because of that fact right there that I automatically became a leper at any functions. I didn't fit in. Anywhere. It's not like I had any thing horribly wrong with me physically. I wasn't ugly. I was fit. It was because of all the mental problems I had. Literally. I was bi-polar, schizophrenic, and paranoid. Although my paranoia had gone down, the rest hadn't gotten any better. If anything they had gotten worse. That's why, even in my private school, I stuck out. And it didn't take a genius to know that in high school it wasn't good to stick out. Ever.

I had just gotten done thinking about all the horrible things that could happen to me while I was in a class room by my self when I heard something. It was a high pitched whining sound. I looked at the ceiling and saw the lights strobing. At that point I noticed everybody filing up at the door. I looked at Brock and he was staring down at his papers. His aide wasn't anywhere to be seen so I gently knocked on the desk, hoping he would feel the vibrations.

When he didn't look up I knocked harder. That got his attention. I pointed up at the lights and used my hand to motion to the door. He immediately stood up. At the last moment he grabbed his bag and headed to the door. I didn't know why he grabbed it. But I wasn't about to question. We got into the back of line and waited til it started moving. I didn't know whether this was just a drill or if it was the real thing. All I knew was that the lights were going to send me through the roof. I looked behind me to check on Brock. He didn't seem to be bothered by it at all. The lights anyways. I must have been shaking or something because he signed to me, "Calm down. It's just the fire alarm."

I managed a nod and turned my head towards the door. Damn it all to Hell. Why weren't we moving. I used one of the things I had learned from my therapist to calm me down when I started to get anxious. Close your eyes, pretend your some where else. Breathe. Don't listen. Don't think. You're not here. You're somewhere else. Where ever you want to be.

By the time I opened my eyes I wasn't completely calm. But I wasn't freaking out. I turned back toward Brock and started to say sorry. I was just bringing my hand up when I hurt a voice behind. It was extremely familiar. I turned to see my new cheer leader buddy. "Oh my God! You're talking to that freak? Seriously, you're new, and, like weird and all. But I can tell you something right now. Unless you want to be ultimately outcasted and thrown into the leper pit, stay away from him. He's, like, a total spastic. Fucking retard in my opinion."

I hardly knew this boy, but he was the first student to be nice to me. I looked at him and he looked like he was about ready to hit something. I laid my hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. I held one finger up and turned around. I wasn't going to let this one slide. No fucking way.

I turned around to look directly at her. She was staring at me like she hadn't just said one of the most ignorant things possible. Instead of flying off the handle and punching her I calmly walked over to her. "Marissa, would you mind stepping over here for a minute? I wanted to ask you something..." She looked at me then back to her friends. She didn't look so sure, but to her credit she followed me with out making any snide remarks.

"Okay. I wanted to know, where the Hell that little speech came from. I'm no expert on the deaf community. But I can assure you, he is not retarded. He's profoundly deaf. I just wanted to know, should I be on the look out for you and your snippy little comments, or if I can be assured that you're not going to say anything like that again." She looked at me for a minute, then looked to him, then back at me. I was about ready to ask her again when she said, "I don't know... Maybe you should just listen to me. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from him... He's a major freak of-" I cut her off by slapping her in the face.

"What the fuck? Are you psychotic? Oh my God! I think I'm bleeding. I am so going to end you. You're going to regret doing