Another Typical Day. ( Azure (: )
Oct 8, 2011 10:15:06 GMT -5
Post by Toasty on Oct 8, 2011 10:15:06 GMT -5
Law son Grey.[/size]
The bell rang its eerie, annoying tone throughout the hallways and every class in the school. Could that bell be any louder? I mean, I couldn't exactly care less about it, but really, it does get annoying sometimes. As the bell finishes its ringing, the teacher blurts out his final sentences, as all the students locate their bags and begin to pack up for lunch period. I grab my advanced mechanical pencil, and slip it into my case with the other pencils and pens I have. I reach under my desk for my black grey and blue patterned bag. I stuff my papers into my blue folder, slipping it in between my notebooks. I shift my glasses a bit to fit the curve of my nose, as I sling my backpack over my right shoulder. Why my right? Well, because I'm right handed; Duh... Wait, I'm not actually sure if that's how that works. But oh well, I'm sticking with it. I'm the last one out of the classroom, as I wave goodbye to the teacher. I go through the doorway, entering the now not-so-quiet hallways. Gosh, it's like a little social death trap for me out here.
I wasn't in priority at this school, I wasn't popular, but I wasn't so low down no one knew me. I had friends, but most of them were girls. Only a few guys. That's why I'm constantly picked on. It's lunch period, which means we've got around 45-60 minutes to linger around and have fun... Or be at peace. I pass a few friends through the hall, but they don't bother to wave - they're busy with their on social lives. I'm not really myself today, I'm not extremely happy, and I'm not very hyper as I usually am at school. Seems like my lack of sleep and non-lack of depression has caught up to me. All stacked up on me on this first day. I decide to go outside, and linger around the benches and tables there. Somewhere I can be alone. But today, I really don't want to be alone, i want someone to be there for me when I'm sad, but the only thing I get is pushed around in the hall. I push the two push doors, and the daylight shines on my face. I smile as it does though, because usually that's a sign my day will brighten up along with the sun, but them I'm sudden shoved forward by a powerful force, and I know exactly who it was.
It was the guy who always picked on me; Duke. He was all crazy on muscles, and all not so crazy on tech stuff, like most people in the district are. I struggle to say anything, knowing it'll end up pissing him off in some way. "Still being lonely, Lawson? Why don't you go out and get some friends?" He snaps at me. Tired of all his pushing around and bull-crap, I step forward and shove him into one of his 'followers'. A small crowds gathered now. Okay, cool. A crowd, now they'll get to see me get beat up. At least some people will get to know me then. I try and let cheerful thoughts fill my mind, but it doesn't exactly work out so well. Duke still hasn't moved much, But I suspect he will any moment. "Come on Duke, scared of a puny boy like me?" I tease him, though I know I'm no match for him at all. I can see the red flushing onto his face, and I now realize my mistake. My huge, perfect white smile vanishes as he runs forward, sending a punch right for my chest. I don't have enough time to react. The air in me is automatically shot out of my mouth, leaving me on the ground. He grabs me by the shirt, and throws me a bit further, just for the fun of it. I feel a sharp pain on my side, and I know he's kicked me and bruised my side. Ugh. This day wasn't getting any better for me. He sends another kick at me, and I swear I'm hurt badly. He takes my left arm, and he begins to bend it. Then I hear it snap. I know he's broken my left arm, and know I'm grasping it in my right hand, pleading for someone to help. I'm a helpless, nerdy-ass boy lying in the middle of a eating area. I only hope someone in the crowds willing to help. Duke and his followers leave, and so does most of the crowd. Does no one really care? I can only get one more thing out of my airless throat before I'm ready to give up. "Please....Someone...anyone...help me...Please..."
OOC: If the whole arm breaking part is too dramatic, just tell me, I've got a much less painful alternative. (: BTW, if you want this to change back into "Open to All" Just tell me. Okayyy.