It was a Wednesday- specifically the Wednesday eighth grade began. A terribly shy fourteen year old boy waited nervously at the bus stop, his books held closely to his chest, his navy book bag slung over his shoulder. The hood of his black, silver dragon emblemed sweatshirt was pulled low over his face shadowing his deep violet eyes, which were hidden behind circular rimmed glasses. The knees of his stonewashed jeans were sewn together with patches, low top pine green converses tied clumsily. His skin was pale, unnaturally so, and nearly an ice blue color.
His name was Elliot Spencer, though used to be teased by the kids at his old school as "Pinhead". And not because he was considered stupid; he was actually extremely intelligent.
The school bus rolled around the corner, just having Elliot grow worried. As the bus halted and the doors opened loud, cursing jeers were heard from inside, and he cringed in disgust.
He stepped onto the bus, seeing the massive amount of chaos revolting inside. The doors closed and the driver set off again, Elliot sitting down in the closest empty seat, which was conveniently placed in front of the doors.
In the seat next to him was another fourteen year old boy, his skin horribly burnt, though it didn't seem to bother him much. He was dressed in a long sleeve maroon under armor beneath a dark emerald t- shirt with frayed edges, a design of coal black paint splatter on one side that the boy seemed to have done himself, tan camouflage cargo pants, black hiking boots with mud caked on the bottoms, sienna fingerless gloves on each hand, and a backwards black baseball cap with a cloud gray skull on it. Red and orange braces were securely glued to his teeth, which were slightly sharper than they should've been.
He was unsuccessfully trying to fix the Rubik's Cube in his hands, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his army jade backpack placed at his feet.
Being quiet and timid as usual Elliot asked, "What are you doing?" He didn't at all sound rude, as he didn't want to, but curious, and he was lucky to have the boy hear over the raucousness of the bus.
Without looking up the boy answered in a normal, friendly, yet somewhat hoarse voice, "Tryin' to solve this thing."
"Can I try?" Elliot questioned softly, having the boy look up. He saw the other's crystalline green eyes, and he handed Elliot the Cube.
"Good luck," he said as Elliot looked over it every which way, then rapidly began twisting its sides. The boy's eyes widened and his mouth slightly went agape in surprise, and mere moments later Elliot had solved the puzzle with a shy look of pride and satisfaction.
The boy snatched the Cube out of his hands, staring at it in amazement. He looked up to Elliot, head cocked to the side in curiosity. "How'd you DO that?"
Elliot shrugged, for he hadn't a clue. He found it fun, though. The boy cast the Cube a glance before grinning and holding out a hand, saying, "Name's Freddy."
Elliot looked at the hand in question, then shook it, the other firmly holding his books. "Elliot."
"Pleasure to meet'cha, Elliot," Freddy admitted.
Elliot smiled for what felt like an eternity. "Pleasure to be met."
"So, you new here?" Freddy asked, having Elliot nod. "Don't fall for those retarded stories anyone back there tells you." Freddy looked really serious on this subject as he thumbed those in the back.
"What stories?" Elliot was clearly confused. He hadn't heard any stories going around- then again he had barely been out of the house for the past month since he'd moved.
Unfortunately, one of the football jocks near the back of the vehicle heard those two words, and decided to speak up. Before Freddy could answer he had come barreling up the isle to their seats, smirking a devious smirk and saying, "You ain't heard yet?"
Freddy scowled dangerously, and Elliot could tell he loathed this teen with a burning passion as hot as the sun. "Wha'da you want, Connor?"
So that was the jock's name, Elliot thought. He could tell a fight was going to erupt any second now between these two, and he'd be in the middle. Lovely.
Connor's smirk grew wider as the laughter and rioting of the back of the bus abruptedly came to a stop, creating an eerie silence that followed. "You know what, Krueger. Teachin' this new kid not to succumb to you bastard ways."
Freddy sent him a vicious death glare, and behind his glasses in the shadows Elliot's eyes narrowed in anger. Why was this guy picking on Freddy? There wasn't anything WRONG with him- well, other than the fact that he had third degree burns all over his body, but still; bastard ways? What was with that?
From the back someone called, "That misfit's nothing but the son of a hundred maniacs!" Everyone burst into a fit of laughter, and Elliot saw vaguely what looked like a deep red blush overcome Freddy's cheeks, and he decided to try to help- as much help as he could be, anyway, once they found out what a freak he was.
"Leave us alone." Elliot's tone was dark and chilling, monotone, and everyone seemed to hear it. They shut right up, and Elliot continued. "You're all nothing but evil cretins." This was demanding, vile, angry at them, and had a hint of authoritizing power hidden in it.
Connor glared and grabbed a fistful of Elliot's sweatshirt, lifting him into the air and accidentally having his hood slip off to reveal-
"Ahh!" everyone on the bus screamed, save the driver, Elliot himself, and Freddy, who was slightly stunned, but ever so slightly. A grid was carved into Elliot's head, a nail hammered into each intersection of it. It looked hideous, yet at the same time interesting. Connor dropped Elliot on the floor of the bus, slowly backing away in revoltation. Elliot readjusted his glasses and pulled his hood back up, wobbly getting to his feet.
Connor grinned devilishly, and began chanting, "Pinhead! Pinhead!" The others soon joined in, and soon all the student (excluding Freddy, of course) were chanting. Elliot's shoulders slumped.
Just like last year, he thought miserably to himself, hiding his hands in his hoodie's pockets. Freddy glared at the kids, getting up and setting a hand on Elliot's shoulder, saying, "Don't worry; we'll teach 'em a thing or two."
Elliot smiled weakly. At least I've got one friend, he thought. That's good.
A blonde girl chewing gum giggled loudly. "Ha, lookit! Krueger's gotta boyfriend!" The bus exploded in laughter, just having Freddy clench his fists in furiousity.
Elliot glared a long, hard glare, and the girl felt his eyes on him, immediately quieting. Elliot smirked, thinking, 'This year MIGHT not be as bad as I expected...'
~END
*Aww! They were sticking up for each other and were actually NICE! (crash) And now, they die. BOYS! (whip out rusty pipe and stalk them) Reviews please!