I was normally prepared for battle. I'd have my trusty bow on my hip and a band of arrows on my shoulder. But this time, I had no weapons.
I was going to walk into hell. I had transferred to purgatory. The reason I was transferring was because this dump had made a complete buy out of the Pixar Academy, my previous school. It would make a mockery of other local schools due to its combined test results being above average. Above Average! No reason to buy a small, useless school.
As I opened the squeaky glass door, the smell of sweat and disgusting perfume entered my lungs. I stepped back, took a deep breath and barged through the doors. I stayed at top speed as I swerved through the crowd. I kept my eye on those who kept staring. They were my targets if things got bloody.
But I was easy to spot. My hair was like a traffic light. No, worse. Like a big bushy cone. This combined with the fact that I was the poster girl for archery at Pixar Academy; I had zero chance of making it out of that hallway. It was only a matter of time before they realised that bushy haired girl was a Lampshade. But I could handle them.
"Oh look, one of the Lampshades losers" said a big guy with a massive pompadour "Just about had enough of them, haven't we boys? First that scrawny trash collector, then that stupid clown and now an little girl?! How pathetic!"
I stopped dead in the middle of a bunch of his followers, all of whom were either giggling or roaring with laughter. I'm gonna crack up. There just too stupid. I turned around so abruptly that my hair flew in their faces. I stared Mr Pompadour down. He laughed even harder. "She looks worse than Simba!" he shouted. My eyes were ablaze. Here we go again.
"At least I have common sense, you butthead."
"You even have the mouth of a little girl!" That's it.
I marched right up to his face and punched it. It hurt him. And me. OWWWWWW! Mum's gonna kill me. He's gonna kill me. He looked enraged. I guess it's a mixture of the punch and the messed up Pompadour. That's it Merida. You've bitten of more chew. Or maybe not.
When I look back in years to come, that will probably be my best moment. He had it coming to him. I mean, he was wide open. My leg just shot up. Like it had a mind of its own. It hit him right where it hurts. I guess I was just lucky. He fell on the floor in pain.
"Dickhead!"
And I ran for it. Up the stairs, down the hall and into the classroom. And that is what you call a homerun.
After that, I got legendary status within the school. Apparently that guy was one of the worst bullies the city had ever seen.
There's a rumour going round that one of Lampshade Girls beat up the captain of the rugby team. Well, since Gaston's in the nurse's office and I have the brightest smile the world has ever seen on my face, I guess that rumour is true.