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

"What kind of classes you bitch? It's not like I need them." She was getting ready to start screaming so I leaned in closer to her and whispered, "Classes on how not to be an ignorant self centered bitch who thinks that she needs to bag on the new girls shoes the second she walks through the doors... Yeah. I heard it. And by the way, I got them from military school. Tell your ass hole boy friend if he doesn't leave me alone next time I'll knock him on his ass..." With that I turned and walked back across the room where the stupid line was finally starting to move. Brock looked at me and smiled a little. He brought his hand up to his chin and brought it down palm up. Thank you. I smiled and nodded at him. I turned towards Marissa where she was standing with her friends. She was fanning herself and I heard something about catching weirdness. 

I turned to look back at Brock. I was about to ask him if he had understood all of what she had said but I didn't get the chance. The line was moving so we all had to start walking. I turned back around but was still thinking about what had just happened. If she told the principal, and the principal told my mom, I was fucked. Royally...


Chapter Two

I walked into the cafeteria after the third bell had gone off. This was probably going to be the worst thing ever. Just as long as nobody tripped me while I had a plate of food I'd be glad. I remembered the invitation to the library and was very grateful for it. The only question was whether I could get out of the library in one piece. It seemed that I wasn't going to be told on for slapping Marissa. But I was still wary of her psycho boy friend.

Going through the line I realized that I didn't have any money on me. That was sure to bring on some speculation. I hoped that they would just let me bring it in tomorrow. I learned, though, that this hope was not going to be fulfilled. Walking up to the check out line the lady held out her hand for the money. I mumbled to her saying that I didn't have any money on me at the moment. She didn't say anything. Just reached out, grabbed my tray and stuck it on a cart behind her. She reached under the counter and grabbed a paper bag. She told me I was allowed to grab a carton of milk and one fruit or vegetable item from the table. I looked at her in disbelief. "You have got to be kidding. I'll bring in the money tomorrow. But I am not eating that." I protested shoving the bag back to her. It had tuna fish in it. Something that I not only can't stand the taste or smell of, but was very allergic to.

"Suit yourself kid. You go home hungry. That's your call. Now get out of the line other people need to get through." I muttered a string of cuss words under my breath, grabbed two milks and a few apples off of the table and walked out. She was yelling at me to bring them back. I just ignored her. Making my way quickly out of the cafeteria I heard snickering behind me. I turned to see what it was. Two girls I didn't recognize were pointing at me and laughing. I looked down at my shirt and didn't see anything wrong with it. Figuring it was just more ignorant comments I kept walking. Suddenly I heard, "Hey New Girl!" I turned to see a group of boys coming towards me. I just turned and kept walking.

Damn this school. I should have just gone into home schooling like my mom said. Suddenly I was yanked backwards off balance. I stumbled and hit the lockers but didn't fall. I looked up to see who had pulled on my bag. Sure enough. One of the boys that had been yelling at me. I looked at him, letting my irritation show and snapped, "What the fuck do you want dick face?" He looked at me and looked back to his friends and whispered something. They all started laughing but didn't say anything. I was just hiking my bag up on my shoulder to keep walking when it was pulled out of my hand.

"Okay. Seriously. What the hell is it with you people and back packs? This is the second time today that somebody's grabbed mine." He didn't say anything just leaned back and whispered in his friends ear again. He just laughed and shrugged. That's when I saw the blade. He had it tucked up inside his shirt sleeve, but it was open. Fuck.

"So..." the boy who had grabbed my bag said crouching down in front of me. "What are we gonna do with you?" I didn't know what he meant. And I didn't want to know. I looked down the hall way and then the other direction. There was nobody here. That's just great.

I eyed the hand that I knew was about to bring out the knife. I probably had about ten seconds before something really bad happened to me. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. I heard some mumbling and opened my eyes. My new friends were looking down the hall way. It took me a minute to figure out what they were looking at. Then I saw it. Thank you, God Brock was coming. 

"Man, he's fucking deaf. What the hell is he going to do? Sign us to death? Shit, we'll be fine. I doubt he eve likes this little freak anyways. Give me that knife. I want to do something." I saw the blade change hands. He leaned down and grabbed a strip of my hair. Okay. A hair cut. Great.

He took the knife and started cutting through pieces of my hair. I had closed my eyes and relaxed in the hands that were pinning me against the locker. This seemed to cause some sort of confusion because I felt my self being pushed forward and then something wrapped around me from behind.

I felt my arms being pinned to my sides. I tried to pull out of the hold but it only tightened. When I swung my head backwards all I did was hurt myself. Great. They probably got the freaking Hulk to hold me. I opened my eyes and saw Brock still a ways down the hall way. I could yell. But that wouldn't do anything. He wouldn't hear it. And there were not teachers around. They must have all left for the lunch period. 

Struggling against the grip that had hold of me I felt it tighten even more. After a couple more attempts I finally gave up. Okay. They can give me a hair cut. Fine. I told my mom to expect some weird changes when I went home. This could just be one of them. Relaxing all my muscles I felt something else. Something was digging into my leg. I opened my eyes and glanced down. One of the idiots was kneeling down onto my leg to hold it in place but had left the other one unattended. 

I knew right then that I was not dealing with wrestlers. I was dealing with foot ball players. Great. I could probably get out of a fist fight okay. But running would be a completely different story. 

"Okay, Honey. We're all done with your make over. I hope you like it." Looking down at the floor I saw a pile of hair. I looked up at him and growled. "Don't fucking call me 'honey', you ass. Let me up now." He just laughed and said, "Go ahead and let her up guys. She's too chicken to do anything." I heard foot steps coming up. Great. Now I have company. I looked up to see Brock staring at me. He looked somewhere between shocked, confused, and betrayed.

It probably looked like I was cuddling with the idiot holding my arms down. I gave him a look of pleading. Hurt registered in his face. That's when he looked down and saw the knife and the pile of hair. If I had ever seen somebody turn red, that was the moment. He reached down and with one swift kick had knocked two of them over. He went to grab the kid with the knife but only got knocked backwards. I heard him hit the lockers and then come back. 

I started struggling in the embrace again. This time it loosened. Suddenly I was being dumped on the ground. I looked up and saw them all running down the hall way. I looked up and saw a hand reaching out to me. I grabbed hold of it and stood up. Looking down at the floor I saw a puddle of blood. 

Checking my self over I assured my self that it wasn't mine. I looked at Brock and he looked fine. I hope to hell he broke one of those guys' noses. That would be an intersting explanation to your friends. He heard an intake of breath and heard the broken speech coming out of his mouth. "Are you going to be okay?" I double checked myself and then him and just nodded. "Are you sure? You looked pretty freaked out..." I reached into my bag and grabbed a notebook and a pen. 

'I'll be fine. Don't worry about it. I'm used to being wailed on...' He read it and said, "I can read lips. You don't have to write it out." I could tell he was trying hard to enunciate his words carefully so I could understand him. I felt bad that he was so worried about me. But there wasn't any way I was going to convince him soon. 

"I'll be fine. Can we go to the library?" I said these slowly so as to make sure he could understand it. He looked at me one more time before I felt him release his grip on my hand. This was going to be a long day. Pointing downt he hall he said, "Do you still want to go to the library? Or would you rather go home?" 

"Let's go to the library. I don't want to be stuck out here with those idiots running around. Is there at least an adult in the library?" 

He grinned and said, "Why do you think I go there?" I just chuckled and pointed. "Lead the way."

Chapter Three

Stepping off the bus and looking up at my house I recalled all the events of the day. After Brock, who I had learned preferred to be called Tyler by his middle name, went down to the library we talked. Not about anything that had happened that day. Just about other stuff. Like music, he had never heard it but liked the idea of it. For me it was my life and the only thing that I actually needed to hear at least once a day.

I thought about how when the bell rang we headed to our next class and learned that we lived only a block away from eachother. This meant we rode the same bus. I turned to wave to him but I couldn't see him. Must be hiding from the idiots that decided to sit behind us. 

Just as I turned back towards my house I heard the door open. My mother, upon seeing my hair, gasped. I just smiled ruefully and walked past her into the house. She followed me inside. I heard her close the door, still one step behind