Jordan
A lot of things, apparently.
I thought within myself as I got slammed against a hard wall once again, sending a rush of pain down my spine. I gritted my teeth in order to stifle the sound but some still got out, and the two boys staring down at me snickered gleefully, head thrown back in clear amusement.
As soon as I stepped foot into the hallway in the school building this morning, I quickly realized that I had arrived at a conclusion too fast last night.
Everyone here was fucked up in the head.
The entire students I've been seeing all looked so dangerous and scary, and they sent terror rolling down my spine. Some of them had tattoos over their faces and arms, one even had tattoos inside his eyes!
Some had jarring scars over their arms.
Most of them were shirtless.
This looks nothing like a school.
They all looked so bulky and large… is this really a school for young people?
It's been barely two minutes since I stepped foot in here and I was already being bullied, and it was because I stood out drastically. Apart from the fact that I was the only one with the full uniform on, I also looked nothing like them.
"Stop hurting me, please." I tried keeping my voice steady but it wavered, and on trying to shove at one of the two guys harassing me right now, he easily batted my hand away and punched me in the jaw, sending my head into the wall behind me and I cried out as a wave of pain engulfed my head and chin.
Christ, I'm really fucked, aren't I?
How the hell am I supposed to spend years in here?
"You have such a pretty face, and look at these soft, delicate hands." The second guy crooned, grasping my hand tight before practically sniffing and licking at it like a dog and I recoiled while bile rose in my throat.
"How the fuck did you land in here anyway?" He continued, eyes gleaming lewdly as he regarded me and even though I was scared shitless, I decided to try speaking back, because this was what my best friend had always taught me to do in order to make bullies believe I was also on their level.
"Go fuck yourself." I spat out.
The two guys stared at me for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, and then one of them was punching me so hard in the stomach that I crumbled to the ground in pain while my teeth rattled hard.
I'm so doomed.
Everyone was walking past us like this was a normal occurrence.
No one was trying to stop these bullies or going to get a teacher.
Before the boys could start kicking me like they clearly intended to, a low murmur moved through the crowd still gathered in the hallway.
"Shit. It's the mad king." Someone cried out, sounding frightened.
Everyone began to curse underneath their breaths, then they scrambled about, desperately squeezing out the hallway while screaming.
My eyes widened and my heart flew into my throat.
The mad king? Who is he?
A teacher?
Some of the students got into their lockers and closed it up. The ones who couldn't leave, faced themselves and acted like they were interested in staring at the roof or the wall, while a blanket of silence settled over them.
As footsteps began to echo, I sucked in a sharp breath as pain rattled up my sides. I feel frozen in spot. The fear in the air feels suffocating.
I tried to get up, but pain in my ribs prevented that from happening.
Fuck!
Was I gonna die today?
The hallway was completely silent and I didn't dare make a sound. As the footsteps got closer, everyone got more quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop– a clear indication that everyone was scared of this particular person walking though this hallway right now.
Was it someone important? Or one of the students??!
Oh God.
Terror gripped me tight, and I stared at the ground pointedly. I was still on the ground, and still hyperventilating, and I instantly noticed when a pair of shoes came into my line of sight.
My heartbeat accelerated and my spine stiffened, while fear coursed through me at the realization that this person might decide to just kill me right now since it was clear that he hated noise.
However, the footsteps suddenly stopped when it was just a few inches away from me, and then he turned around and walked back in the direction he came from, and no one breathed till the footsteps were completely gone.
As the students resumed their chatter, my hyperventilation slowly ebbed away and I leaned my head against the wall, panting hard.
It was barely thirty minutes into my first day of school and I was already a complete mess.
How the hell would I even survive today?