Keep away!

Feb 27th 2007

Wake up in the morning hearing the alarm ramming inside my ears. Drag myself to the bathroom, taking a look at the mirror. Bald patches torn in my hair, black eyes, loss of a front tooth, pale skin with scratches everywhere. I still looked fine as usual, actually i was even glad that i had not had an opportunity to say goodbye to my jaw and all of its accessories.

I hurried to school. Same old place, same old faces. I was getting bored and tired of this decrepit school. I sat in class but couldn't focus on the lessons. My sore back was whining and those pipo were laughing at my eyes which swelled up as big as those of squids because i spent endless nights sleepless crying my heart out and getting scared of going to school the next day when i thought of my impending doom.

Bell rang. Sighed. Bell rang. Sighed. Bell rang, again. Yay! End of morning.

After school, there was no clubs so i walked home. Only the street, the pavement, the trees and me, so peaceful that i started singing to myself. Lalalalala...sounded like the birds chirping and tweeting, maybe pipo would think me mad - i thought and chuckled at myself. Then i met this kid from my school, he seemed to be about 2 years younger than me. I gave him a hey. He said hi back and a how-are-you. I just beat around a bush. Just then he came up with my well-known cowarded and miserable school life. And he teased me and he laughed at me. I was his senior, how dare him?! I thought he was nice, but i was wrong. He pissed me off. End of convo. I grabbed his head and smacked it against my knee. I squeezed his neck. I punched him constantly. I kicked his back. I beat his nose. I screamed into his ears. I stretched his mouth to the maximum size possible.

I was done. He was there lying on the pavement. Pipo were standing around watching and gossiping. Just then i realized what i just did. Oh no! I was surprised, panic and agitated. Oh no! Pipo called me names. But i was used to it. I got picked on and beaten up. But i was used to it. I changed my color like a chameleon, from black to blue-black, then to red, then to pale green. But i was used to it. But look at this kid, all he did was just a minor thing, he just told what he saw and heard, and i made him like this. I was crying and face-palming. I didn't know what to do next. I couldn't brain. I was such a fool. I was a joke. I was a loser with nowhere to go. A bullied who bullies.