Chapter 1: The Social Outcast/Actions Speak Louder Than Words
My name is Mime, I am 17 years old and go to an all boys school. Let me give a brief description of myself, I am a male, 5 foot 4; I have naturally ghost pale skin, semi long hair that I keep back in a thin ponytail, and light purple eyes. I like to wear my blue and white striped shirt, denim jeans, purple converse, and my blue beret my mother had sewn me; the beret had light purple antlers embroidered on it. I wear a uniform consisting of a black button up shirt, and black pants and whatever we chose for shoes.
I enjoy being the way I am...sometimes at least. I often times get picked on. Why? Because I sadly, like to be a mime and that causes people to gang up on me and attack me. The only reason I am a mime, is because I'm mute, I can't speak; which is why I became a mime, my actions will always and will forever speak for me. Even though it really doesn't really help me in my most dire of situations, I would never try using actions to tell anyone; in fear I might cause a future problem for myself and others.
However, there is one person. A person who was always there to protect me when I needed it, his name was Cuddles. Cuddles was always there from the day I had started being picked on, which was when I first transferred to the school. We had been friends since then. However, now-a-days, I began to feel otherwise for Cuddles. I did not want to consider it love because he has already got a girlfriend, Giggles.
I walked into the classroom after getting up at about 6:00 in the morning. Waking with a suden jolt of being in a nightmare, I was stuck to a pole while a car intentionally hit me; my body being crushed under the weight of the car. I had cried from such a nightmare, only to cry in scilence.
I took my seat at my desk as the rest of the students began to pour in. Nutty was trying to keep himself awake by drinking liquified sugar and eating chocolate bar after chocolate bar. Flippy was busily working on a letter to is girlfriend, who lived in the next state over. Mole was feeling his way around the room, poor guy, blind as a bat and had no help. Lifty and Shifty, the kleptomaniac twin brothers, worked on something; presumably the homework they never get done. Cro-Marmot, the eskimo from up-most north, was searching his back pack for his books. Splendid and Splendont, the super twins, were arm wrestling with each other; neither of them letting up at all. Handy, attempted to pick up his pencil but failed; due to his lack of hands and only use of a mouth. Sniffles, the super geneous; began furiously writting down chemical formulas, like always. Toothy was scarfing down what he had left of the toast he was made this morning. Lumpy had been fumbling with a peice of paper ever since he walked in. Disco Bear moon walked like he always did, right over to his desk. Truffles was shifting trough his pictures of him and his girlfriend. Finally, Cuddles walked in, waving a hello to everyone and flashing them a smile.
He took his seat next to me. "Good morning mime," Cuddles said to me, "I trust you slept well, right?" I just nodded, even though I was lying.
Right then, our teacher, Ms. Mirakuni walked in. Placing her stacks of papers on the desk. She looked up at us, her eyes shining the ususal silvery grey they had always been. Ms. Mirakuni, although lovely as she is, was both sweet and strict to the students of the academy. Today though, she was in a very good mood.
"Children," Ms. Mirakuni said to us, a smile pushing her lips, "it's bullying awarness this week, and we have only a few weeks before our christmas break." She then proceeded to had us all papers that said as followed:
Dear Students and Staff,
This week is bullying awarness week, the time to pay respect to those who lost their lives from bullying and to help those who are being bullied. On Friday, we are hosting an experience pool; meaning, if you or someone you know is a victim of bullying, then please come share. Your comments will be completely anonymous, so if you are afraid of making things worse, it will not.
We hope you will join in on this week and help out and take time to remember.
Sincerely,
Principal Eversons
After looking through these, Ms. Mirakuni put on a movie about bullying; which lasted us until bell time for lunch. I went to my locker, grabbing my lunch. However, I was stopped short while walking to the lunchroom. Four figures looming over me.
"Well well well. Look who we have here, I spy with my little eye, a little whimp who's pale white." Splendont laughed, his red eyes and hair glistening in the light. "Lifty, Shifty!" He called to the twins. "You know what to do." They nodded.
Lifty and Shifty slipped over to me, grabbing me by the arms and refusing to let go of me. I tried as hard as I could to fight back, but to no avail. The grips holding me back were too tight. Splendont grinned viciously, glancing over at Disco Bear.
"Disco, search his lunch, I wanna see what "mommy" has packed for us this time." Splendont ushered Disco Bear over to my lunch. Disco Bear only nodded as he searched my lunch.
Splendont was now looming over me, I felt a sharp pain run through my stomach as he landed a hard punch. I fell to my knees, the twins pulling me back up; allowing Splendont to land a cold hard kick to my shoulder, breaking it. I was attempting to shriek in pain. However, I couldn't since I was mute. Splendont lifted my chin so my face was towards his.
"Aww what's the matter?" Splendont snidley asked. "Little mute boy staying that way?" Splendont just gave me another cold, heartless grin as he slammed my face against the ground and placed his shoe on my back, applying more and more pressure gradually, never letting me get up.
"KNOCK IT OFF SPLENDONT!" I heard two familiar voices call out. I looked out to see Cuddles and Splendid running towards me, Cuddles' face filled with concern and anger and Splendid's filled with fire of rage and sheer horror.
"Splendont!" Splendid yelled, getting his brother's attention, "what the hell do you boys think you're doing to poor Mime!?" Splendid pushed his brother off of my bent up and bloodied body.
Cuddles picked me up. "The same thing they always do, beat down on him." He sadly answered Splendid's question. "Hey I'm gonna take Mime to the nurse. You deal with these four okay Splendid?"
Splendid nodded, "but of course Cuddles, I wouldn't think of anything less."
I passed out from my trauma and lack of blood, so if there was anymore dialect; I could not really hear it. All I felt was a cold sensation leaving my body and a warmer one entering it.
