Standing in a sea of red and black gym uniforms, I feel more out of place than usual. It's no wonder; I have big, round, dorky glasses that magnify my dark brown eyes, and florescent green braces. I'm also very small and skinny for my age, which makes me a prime target for some of the bullies in my classes. Although I never get hit physically, their words still sting. But I do have a quick temper, and I do manage to shout some insults at them as they stalk away, looking for other victims.
Suddenly, two of the more popular kids in my gym class appear out of the ocean of smelly gym uniforms and start towards me. Damn, I think, I don't need to deal with those two. They'll walk right past me. Besides, I can always disappear back into the throng of my peers if there's any trouble.
But they walk up to me anyway.
"Hey," said Amy, a tall, lean girl with brown hair and a pretty crappy attitude, sarcastically, as if she's my best friend, "What's up? What softball team are you on?"
"Why should I tell you?" I shoot back.
"She's asking you a simple question," Eric says heatedly. I snicker. Eric is too on the short side, only he's pudgy, and looks one-hundred percent Mexican, unlike me (even though I'm fifty percent Mexican).
"What?" Amy demands, her eyes showing rising anger, "Aren't you going to answer?"
"Why should I?" I ask, glaring at her.
"Because I sa-AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Amy screamed. A shower of rubble fell on everyone's heads. I turned and looked up. I gasped in awe and fright. The ceiling was gone!
But a figure dived from the gaping hole in the ceiling. A black robe billowed out from it's neck, giving it the appearence of a big, black bird. What looked like broom straws stuck out from the back of it, and a wooden handle jutted out from the front.
But it wasn't a bird at all.