Chase
I sit in the very back of the class room, under the flickering light. It was Mid-November and next week was thanksgiving weekend. I pull my black hood that is attached to my black hoodie over my head, and look down at my notebook. Already there were little doodles over the page where I was originally supposed to be taking notes, a good thing the class hadn't started yet. Well it was a good thing until the torment arose again. Lindsey walked over to where I sat and looked at me like how a snake watches her prey, disgusting. Her freshly manicured nails tapped on my desk, I looked at my fingernails, chewed down, It was a nervous habit I had and quite frankly I had been having more worries enter my mind. I had built up a mental shield by know so that way words wouldn't hurt me anymore. "Hey Fuckface." She called over to me, I ignored her looking away, her sharp nails grabbed my face and turned it towards her. Her face was in a snarl "Bitch listen here, we are tired of you here at school. You don't belong here freak." She slaps my face and walks back to her clique. The Teacher walks in briskly, Mr. Jennings is the social studies teacher, and my favorite teacher. He has a loud booming, voice. "Good Morning class!" He says cheerfully. "Today we have ourselves a brand new student! His name is Mika Arrents!" The boy walked into the class room. "Okay everyone stare at him now so you don't do it later!" He laughs in a rumbling tone. "Mr. Arrents you can take the empty desk next to...." 'Please don't say my name, please don't say my name!' I pray quietly in my head " Miss. Rather." He points to me and I duck my head down. 'Shit, so much for that...' I think to myself. Lindsey starts to whine "But Mr. Jennings why would Mika want to sit near a loser like Chase?" I silently groan and roll my eyes 'Dose she every shut up?' I think.