The bell rang, and I stood up from my lonely, happy spot in the field to return to class. When I say I hate school, I mean Vince and his friends. They were my nightmares straight from hell. Because of them, I was already fancying the idea of running away from school and starting off in some lonely cottage in the middle of the forest. Well, speak of the devil. I noticed when it was too late. His foot on the pavement with his friends holding out cameras. As expected, I stumbled on his leg and fell face down with my stomach making me spill some milk from my tea break. "Look at that. I told you she drinks three cups of milk at the canteen every day, " Vince said as he burst into peals of laughter. " Well, Fatrez, it's a crime to eat like a mechanic, " another boy shouted from the crowd. My name is Perez, but the bullies call me Fatrez because I'm fat. They made sarcastic comments as I slowly got up and stared at them with flashed eyes. I let the first drop of tear fall before stopping the next and running off towards my Maths class. Of course, I was late again with my clothes full of dirt. My mouth tasted bitter, with the smell of sour milk haunting it. "Well, look who is late again, " the Maths teacher announced as I stood at the door."Mr. Thomas, I can... " " It looks like the school is feeding you guys too much, " he said, referring to the drops of milk on my chin that I didn't wipe after falling down."Well, here is the marker. Please teach the class how to do that math from the previous lesson. "He continued handing me the marker pen. I took it, my hand trembling before my eyes bulged. I've never seen such math in my whole life. I scribbled small figures on the board before he asked me to step aside. As he tried to read my writings, I noticed students in class staring at their phones. My video was out, and thanks to Vince and his friends, I was famous once again. "Well, Perez, it seems you have to do eight squats before we continue with our lesson. "he remarked as the whole class erupted into laughter. Everyone knew I was fat; I couldn't jump, let alone do a squat. I turned around to face the board before trying to go down. My arms were too short and full of fat. I couldn't touch the back of my head. Mr Thomas just stood there, staring in amusement as he followed the events happily. God! How much I wanted to die, evaporate or disappear. I tried doing the third squat before standing up angrily and moving toward my seat. "Perez, " the Maths teacher called. " We are not done. I am sure you don't want to go to detention. "I sat down and looked up, refusing to give Mr Thomas the satisfaction of seeing me suffer. He could kill me if he wanted to. All my classmates hated me, my parents didn't like me, and my grades were the worst; he didn't scare me, even hell didn't.
I was labelled dumb in a politically correct manner.
He must have given up because he chooses to continue with his lesson. Our class was funny. The seating arrangement was according to your performance. The brightest kids sat in front, and the order continued with the dumbest kids at the back. We all know my position. I'm occupying the last desk, which means I came last in class with my deskmate, darling Fred who came second from the bottom.The seats in front were occupied by Fiona and Paul. We were one Happy family at the back here except when they joined the bullies. Fiona was petite and tall with blond hair that fell in soft layers like it was tailored from gold fabric. Except she was dumb like me. Whoever said beauty with brains was wrong; she was no different.Paul was short and strong with dirty blonde hair. He seemed to be going through a lot, maybe a drunken father and depressed mum. Whatever it was always got him silent and thinking." I'll be going around to check the answers in your books," came the teacher's Voice. I looked up to see him drawing some long division on the board before he looked straight at me. Why did everything he did in class seem targeted at me?I wrote the sum down as I started chewing my pen. I couldn't do it even if I tried. I gazed at the math from all angles, and nothing came to my mind. Fred was busy writing with a smile.He looked sideways before covering his work. A few filthy curses escaped my mouth as I focused on my work. Why was he so mean?" Please, just put your hand down. When the teacher comes, he's going to look at my work," I whispered to Fred, almost trembling, begging. His actions were calculated. Fred knew I couldn't do any Math and wanted the teacher to come and make fun of me after marking his book so the whole class could laugh. Tears came from nowhere and started filling my eyes as Fred tried to suppress giggles. I wasn't going to cry, I promised myself. Mr Thomas was now halfway to our desk. He knew he wasn't there for Fred's work but mine. I covered my face with my hands as I pushed my annoying pigtails back. I swear today is my last day in school; after this lesson, I'll just kill myself so all the bullies can drown in guilt and die. "That's not the answer. You never pay attention in my class, do you? ""But sir, ""Just redo the math. If you carry one and add it to seven, the answer is eight, not seven, ""Okay, ""Perez, let's see what you've got, " the big moment was here. No one would miss this, even for an Oscar.I wasn't frightened nor afraid of what he would do if he noticed I hadn't completed the sum.What I felt was beyond such mere nouns. I didn't care. There was nothing in me; I wasn't coming back to school tomorrow. He could kill me if he wanted because I would do it anyway. I looked up and noticed him looking at my book without a subtle wink. The class was quiet and anxious, waiting for him to tell me to stand up, go to the board, jump five times, or get detention. I stared at my work with my new I don't care attitude. The sum was neatly done, and the answer was correct. How? Did the angels come down to my rescue? Clearly, Even Mr Thomas didn't believe in miracles.I concentrated harder and harder until I was cross-eyed, completely focusing on the math in my book. The bell rang, and the Math teacher left, feeling played and disappointed, but still, I couldn't take my eyes off the book, so heaven existed. It was real. Angels were out here watching me. I knew it. Some salvation. The... My internal monologue was interrupted when someone waved his hand several times in front of me. It was Paul looking at me awkwardly with narrowed slits. He pulled the book in front of me and took it away, returning mine.I peered down at my book, at the unfinished sum, and closed my eyes, feeling weightless and meaningless. There were no miracles or angels, after all. Why did he do that? I scribbled the sum I had crammed from his work down and closed my book as a feeling of relief swept over my whole being. Once in my life, someone decided to help me. Somebody looked my way, even if it wasn't an angel. "I am just curious, how did that happen? Everyone knows yo
Don't dawdle or hurry. Just act natural, Keep your cool, and stay calm.People wore that demeanour when they were about to skip Science class and sneak out of school.The school was fenced with a proverbial brick wall, covered with spools of barbed wire, the kind that was certain to cut a person to ribbons if they tried to scale the barricade.What happened between Fiona and me was the calm before the storm. I wasn't stupid enough to wait for the volcano and storms to erupt.I finally reached the famous spot behind the school garden, where Vince and his friends had cut the fence and pulled a few bricks down from the wall.A silver of hope burrowed through my heart when I saw it open and noticed no one was looking. I looked behind one last time at the school building, the garden and the flowers. And my blood boiled silently at all the unhappy memories the Bullies had created in my life.I just wanted the whole school to undergo some down warping and sinking with everyone, starting with
" Welcome home, boss," my stepmother mocked as she opened my car door, expecting it to make my spirit sink a little.Without an iota of remorse, I stepped out, not bothering to close the passenger side.She rolled her eyes unbelievably, taking time to digest the events happening around her." What did you just do?" She asked while trembling, refusing to believe." You ungrateful brat!" She screamed.But as usual, I had blocked the world from getting to me. The only sounds were those inside my head. As I fantasized about breathing out dragon flames and exhaling one large fume to burn the house across the street, Vince's house.It stood there looking nice and beautiful with a dysfunctional heap of garbage he calls a family living inside.Inhaling a deep breath, I let out a large ugly howl and roar focusing it on the building.It didn't burn. It just stood there." It's an ugly house anyway," I muttered under my breath as I started moving." What, now you think your father's house is ugly
I splashed water on my face several times, but nothing changed. The girl in the mirror was someone I knew well, eyes twisted and bloodshot, completely lacking warmth, an ugly face, and a very fat body. Except she was now a redhead. I could not scrub my hair anymore without peeling off my skin. Whatever chemical that stupid drink was made of had dyed my hair red. Pain demanded to be felt, and that was what I was going to do. If I was hurting, I needed to see a scar, some blood, not just pain without evidence. Nervously, I took the scalpel I got from home science and pressed it on my wrist. I then added a little pressure. Just a little more, and the pain would go away; the pain would turn to pleasure. I made the first thin cut, and blood appeared in small dotted lines. Then more diagonal cuts. The blood came out artistically. Making my wrists look beautiful, like tiers in a railroad truck. For the first time, something in me was beautiful and uniquely artistic. As the small cuts be
As soon as Ryan sprinted out of class, the bell rang.The bell always signified the beginning of my misery because the bully would be waiting for me.Vince would haunt me down in all the corridors and wouldn't rest until my life was miserable.I gathered my books and half ran out of the classroom. Today if I was lucky enough, I would escape and go home without running into the bully.Laughter and snickering filled my ears as I hurried my pace. Everyone in Maslow high school knew that if they were having a bad day, all they needed to do was poke my nose or watch me walk so they could laugh. Not one laughter but multiple Snickers and jokes filled my ears as I walked past them.I didn't blame them for laughing. I was wearing a long flare skirt that went below my knees. My top was tight, barely covering my fat stomach, and I was sweating. To be honest, I looked like an old oversized grandmother living on a ranch.As I hurried my pace praying for my luck, I felt the fat under my arm shaki
This was the end of a normal day for me. The end of a normal day in Maslow High School.The end of one misery signified the beginning of another.As I walked home, a group of kids who were eight or nine followed me behind every day. And today was no exception.I just kept walking, without an atom of care, focussing ahead. Today was bad. Vince actually hit me today, a first. Every day, Vince threatened to hit me, and today he actually did it.Some sticky stuff hit my face, and I stopped to look at it.Bubble gum, chewed bubble gum.I looked to find the usual group of kids standing in front of me. Apparently, they were not too happy that I wasn't acknowledging them today." Who are you staring at?" I asked.They all roared with laughter and looked at each other." I told you she was funny?" A young boy whispered loudly.I squirmed my way through the wall of children, and they tugged and pulled my hair as I made my way.One of these days, I was going to go far away, without letting anyone
I felt a hand tugging and pulling me as a voice I recognized kept talking to me. "Perez, Perez," it was Barbra again. "Oh, hey, I must have gotten dizzy," I replied as I pulled myself back to oblivion. The lesson was awful, as usual. After toying around for an eternity, the teacher moved to the worst part of the lesson. "We will be competing to reach the other end, in groups of nine people each to see your progress in all the lessons we have been having," she announced. "Fuck it," Barbra hissed next to me. But at least the swimming lesson was better than the French class. Here you could lazy around for a whole lesson as you pretended to listen or do the things the teacher said."Do you have a personal history with that teacher, because whatever she did there was pretty intense, I mean why would anyone go to all that length to defame and do all that to you?" I asked."Never mind, it's in the past now," I lied. I noticed heads around me turning to look at something. We followed su
As soon as the class was settled and the terrible math teacher was in the middle of delivering his boring speech, the door flew open, and Vince walked in without any apology or atom of care. He was intentionally late because he always wanted to make an entrance. Honestly, he knew how to steal attention because the world seemed to stop as he bounced towards his seat.Was I crushing on my bully? Hell no, I was just noticing some facts that were too obvious. To be honest, he was the epitome of teenage cool, something straight from Hollywood, in his own world. Something even I wished I could be. Sasha walked in closely behind. She looked so happy and was trying to hide a smile and grin. If you knew a female who had been freshly sext and dickmatized, then it was Sasha.As usual, Mr Thomas was enjoying all the drama. He was a very unusual teacher, from coming to class late, giving out one sum and falling asleep right in front of us to spending countless lessons cracking jokes and telling s