You Are Not Alone

JoJo sighed as he sat down at his usual lunch table by himself, and pulled out his notebook. He continued sketching out plans for his latest invention at which he had started earlier, not even noticing the tall figures approaching him from behind.

"Hey, McDodd! You're in my seat!" A deep voice said. JoJo turned his head slightly and saw the one Who he disliked the most; Roderick Slowhegan.

He turned back around and continued his sketching, ignoring Roderick and his gang behind him. Roderick growled at this, and suddenly grabbed JoJo's notebook, making JoJo glare at him.

"Well, well, well… what is this?" He asked, shuffling through the pages. "Looks like a bunch of stupid little drawings. What are you McDodd, four?"

The group of guys laughed at this, and one stopped and pointed at JoJo. "He sure looks four years old! I mean, how tall are you seriously, 3'2?"

As the guys were sent into another round of laughter, JoJo rolled his eyes, grabbed his notebook from the distracted Roderick, and started towards the double doors that led inside.

"Hey!" Apparently, Roderick had noticed. Suddenly, JoJo was being jerked up by his right arm, and held up at least two feet off the ground.

JoJo cringed as Roderick breathed right in his face, and scowled at him.

"We weren't finished with you, McDodd."

JoJo merely glared at him, which sent Roderick nearly insane.

"What is wrong with you?! You know what you are? All you are is a stupid… sissy… emo… shrimp! I don't care who your dad is! I can't believe our town was saved by you!"

JoJo continued staring hard at him, not daring to show how much the words really cut through him.

"You're nobody, McDodd." Roderick continued. "Got it? You're a zero, a loser, you have no friends. You don't even deserve to live!"

He then threw JoJo by the arm, making him land in a nearby trashcan. JoJo cried out in pain, and then slowly lifted himself out of the trashcan, a banana peel on his head.

The guys all laughed and ridiculed him, pointing and telling Roderick, "Watch out, he'll put you on his 'hit list'!"

JoJo scowled, and leaped out of the trash, not daring to let anyone see the tears pricking at his eyes. He was aware that his arm was throbbing with pain, but he ignored it, and ran outside and into the cool afternoon air, unaware of the pair of piercing blue eyes staring after him.

HOW COULD HE?! HOW COULD ANYONE BE SO MEAN TO JOJO??

They're just jealous of his awesomeness! LOL, wondering who's watching him? You'll just have to stay tuned to find out! D

Sorry it's so short, but I needed to start chapter 2 where this cuts off.