A typical story about an average Joe, aka the nerd. After being picked on and betrayed. He decided he wanted to change and no longer be pick on. So he moves schools and start working out, and eventually learn how to box. After all the training he moves back.
I sat slouched on the couch in the nurse's office, with an icebag placed against my cheek. I rub my eyes to keep them from watering. I hate it here. They broke my glasses again. I look up when the nurse comes back into the room with a phone.
"Your mom is on the phone." She says while handing me the phone. "Ok." I say blandly. "Hello?...Mom." I say "Honey are you okay? What happened? Im on my way to pick you up right now, so hang on sweety." She says as soon as she heard I was on the phone. "Mom-" I pause. "I don't want to go here anymore. Please I want to go to a different school. I-I ha-te it here." At this point tears where falling down my face, and my voice started to crack. "Do you want to talk about it?" She ask "N-no, I don't want to talk about it. Can I not come here anymore...please." I reply practically begging. "Alright, I'll talk to your dad about it. I'm in front of the school. Do you want me to come in?" She said "NO! I-ill go." I say because I don't want anyone seeing me with my mom. And with that, I hang up.
I stand up and set the phone on the nurse's desk. I toss the iceberg in the trash and rush to the door. I go to open the door but pause. I ruffle my hair and pit it back over my eyes, and then I leave. I keep my head down walking threw the halls, as student keep staring on. I grip the straps of my bookbag to help me calm down. I flinch as I feel something hit my shoulder. I turn and glanced at what hit me. A milk carton, wow. I turn my head back and keep walking but a bit faster. I speed up as I realized people are pointing and whispering about me. I soon hear footsteps trailing behind me. I start to panic a bit. I yell out as im shoved to the ground. I feel a pain in my wrist as I try to collect my thoughts about what just happened. I rush to get up. "Gahhh!" I cry out as I feel a sharp pain on my stomach. "Stop! please!" I yell out desperately. The guy who kicked me chuckled and just stood there watching me struggle. I wheeze out as I struggle to get up. I breathe in sharply and get up as best as I could. I then walk slowly to the entrance of the school. I spot my mom's car and straighten out a bit. I get into the car and set my head into the glass and close eyes.
