Simon POV
I was in social studies today for E block. My last class of the day, and boy was I happy. Today was Friday, which means the weekend is on its way. I just needed to escape all the drama that was happening in my life right now. With all the homework they give you in 6th grade it's amazing we even have time to breathe. It was 2:54. Just a few more minutes before school let out. I looked at the clock watching the second hand move from number to number.
"Mr. Seville, starring at the clock won't make it move any faster, so pay attention!" Ms. Smith, my teacher yelled.
I looked at her startled for a moment before yelling out, "There isn't even a clock in the room!"
My teacher looked at me like I had some kind of brain damage. The rest of my class started laughing at my stupidity. I buried my face into my arms. I stayed there for the rest of class. When the bell rang I ran out of class as fast as I could. Honestly, I think Ms. Smith hates me. When I reached my locker I saw a note.
U (| NEXT… (The funny looking thing is suppose to be a backwards R.)
/|
I looked around the hall fill with students. I couldn't figure out what the heck was going on. I decided to ignore the note. Taking it off my locker I crumpled it and put it in my backpack. I packed my books I would need for homework over the weekend. As I was heading out the door I saw three boys. They looked like they were in the 10th grade. The tall one had black jeans, a white shirt, black hair, and brown eyes. The other two looked just like him only they were both shorter. I tried to ignore they, but for some reason I felt like they were the ones who left the note on my locker. The tall one looked at me before whispering something to the others. I walked vigorously trying to get out of the way before they had a chance to kill me. I was almost past them when I felt a hand grab me.
"Be quite and no one gets hurt." He whispered into my ear.
Fear rushed through my body. I nodded my head as the tall one picked me up and through me over his shoulder. He carried me to a dark ally, and then dropped me. I looked at them in fear. The three were huddled up into a group.
"No, that'll never work, someone will find out!" The tall one said.
"Then how 'bout we just …" The shortest ones voice got really quite and I couldn't hear the conversation after that.
"Tell you what kid." The tall one said facing toward me, "we were going to pound on you, but today were just going to help you get into this routine."
"Yep, what were going to do is make you a deal, if you chose to accept it, which I recommend, then we won't hurt you. If you don't then you'll be beaten up. You got that?" The middle on told me.
I gulped and looked around. No one was here; however, there were a few passing cars. I wish one of the cars would stop and help me, but what are the chances of that happening? After a few minutes of thinking, I finally nodded in agreement.
"All right then, your first task is to do all of our Algebra homework, type our English report on how to use commas, and you have to make them each different. Last you have to write our Spanish reports about Venezuela. Got that?" The tall one asked me.
I nodded. After that they piled all their books on top of me.
"Get it done by Monday at 8:00am sharp. If you don't, there will be consequences."
I nodded again. When they were gone I wanted to cry, but the tears would not come out. Part of me was telling me, come on, your 12 now, 12 year olds don't cry. Another part of me was saying, it's okay to be 3 again. I sat in the ally for awhile before getting up to head home.
When I did get home though, Dave was literally standing in front of the door arms crossed.
"Simon Seville, you are in big trouble." Was all he said before walking to the sofa.
Great, I'm going to be killed twice. Once by Dave, and if I get time to breath before the weekend is over then I'll be killed again by those three guys. You see, this is the story of my like.
I know that I copied and pasted everything from Simon Seville's part of the story, but Simon gave me permission to copy and paste it. You can ask if you don't believe me.