Hi my name is Troy McGregor and I am a pre-Internet nerdy boy whose father died seven years ago. I wear a red sweater, a jacket and jeans all the time. I live in southern Alberta, Canada. Today I went to school. A lot of people stared at me, thinking I'm a dork.
"Hey Troy!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…a bully!
"What's up?" I asked.
"Nothing." he said shyly. But then he made fun of me and I had to go away.
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. I looked outside and saw a bunch of plants. I got up, brushed my teeth, put on my usual clothes, and went to the kitchen. Aunt Betty woke up then and came to the kitchen too. She made me breakfast.
"What did the kids do to you in school yesterday?" she asked like she always did in the morning.
"What they usually do," I answered.
"Do you like anyone?" she asked.
"No I don't!" I shouted and walked to school.
"Have fun at school!" she exclaimed. When I got there, a bully walked up to me.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." I replied in monotone.
"Guess what." he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, we're taking a drive through the woods and you're not invited." he told me.
"Oh," I replied emotionally. I wonder if they'll ever find the city of Ziox. I know where it is.
"Well, are you jealous?" he asked. I gasped. After school I tried to follow them around. A bully was waiting there in front of his pickup truck.
"Hi!" I said in a nasal voice.
"Hi Troy." he said back. He went into his car. When he wasn't looking I jumped into the back of the truck. On the way they made jokes about me. When they stopped, they all hopped out of the car and walked into a huge field. They finally noticed me.
"I know where we are." I said. Suddenly they looked mad.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's ok I know where we are!" I said.
"Really?" asked a bully angrily and he put his arm around me all threatening.
"Really." I said. "Besides I can help you if you ever get lost." The night went on horribly, and I had a bad time. So did the bullies. After running around the field many times, we crawled back into the truck, but they didn't go back into our town, instead they drove the car into…the forest where Ziox was!
"Hey!" I shouted. "What do you think you are doing?" They didn't answer but they stopped the car and they walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously. This is the beginning to a horror scene.
"What the hell?" I asked angrily, spotting the shotgun he was pulling out of his trench coat.
"Troy?" one of them asked, leveling the sight on me. "Do you like playing fox hunt?" he asked with a sick grin playing across his features.
"What?" I snapped. He leaned in extra-close and I looked into his threatening red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much anger and evilness and then suddenly I didn't feel confused anymore. And then…suddenly he shot a round into the air and I ran for my life. Another bully climbed on top of me and started to beat me up against a tree. He tried to rip off my red sweater. Then he took out a thingie and you-know-what'd me.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! " I screamed. I was beginning to fall to the ground. He started to stab me everywhere and my wimpy body became all bloody. And then…
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERF***ERS!" It was…Rowsdower! Rowsdower made and the bullies follow him. He kept shouting at them angrily.
"You ludicrous fools!" he shouted. I started to bleed tears of blood down my cuts. A bully bothered me. When we went back to our town Rowsdower took us to my school's vice principal and a teacher who were both looking very angry.
"They were fighting in the forest!" he yelled in a furious voice.
"Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?" asked the vice principal.
"How dare you?" demanded the teacher.
And then a bully shrieked. "BECAUSE I HATE HIM!" Everyone was quiet.
Rowsdower and the vice principal still looked mad but the teacher said. "Fine. Very well. You may go home." The bullies and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.
"Are you dead yet, Troy?" one of them asked me roughly.
"No I'm not." I said. I went to the bathroom at home and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into my red sweater pajamas. When I came out…a bully was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing a threatening song. I was so sad, even though it was okay for him to be there. We pushed and shoved each other. After that, we said we hate each other and he happily went home.
The next day I woke up in my room. I put on my usual clothes. In the kitchen, I ate some cereal. Then I went to school. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the juice he was drinking spilled over my top.
"Bastard!" he shouted angrily. He was proud to have said it when I looked up because I was looking into the angry face of a bully. He was wearing so much eyeliner and black lipstick he looked scary. He was wearing red contact lenses just like the one with the gun yesterday. He looked so mean that my body went all cold with fear when I saw him kind of like getting stuck in a freezer only there wasn't one so I wasn't in one you mean person.
"You should be sorry." he said in a loud voice.
"Sorry. What's your name?" I questioned.
"Don't ask for my name, dweeb." he grumbled.
"Why?" I exclaimed.
"Because I love the thought of harming you." he giggled.
"Well, I am pretty smart." I confessed.
"Really?" he whimpered.
"Yeah." I roared. He made fun of me for a while. Then another bully came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.