At Middleton School...

Finally!

It was the end of school for the Easter Holidays. I can do whatever I want for the next two weeks.

The chocolate eggs are bound to be delicious and irresistible this year. Even Darren would enjoy gobbling them down and get a sugar rush.

I could finally rest and forget my work. This year was a real killer. The teachers have been giving me endless homework for my GCSE studies.

Enough was enough.

I learn at a private school for special cases like me (tell you soon) and the other kids were nice, but they were too busy wrapped up in their own problems.

The school was quite boring and there was never anything fun to do. But the teachers were willing to let me display my Sci-Fi artwork for pupils to admire and inspire upon.

"Hey, Nerdy Alice!" shouted a familiar, horrid voice.

I was about head for the school entrance when I heard him. I saw him standing a few meters away from me.

It was Keith Billings. He was the most ruthless and horrible bully in the school. He was 16, two years older than me. He wears these squared glasses and was as thin as a rake. He has this wicked, mocking grin that makes my blood boil. He suffers from a severe attitude problem. I call it stupidity.

Keith was always picking on me ever since I started second term. He would curse at me, say things behind my back and try to get me into trouble. One time, he threw pins at my back, which jabbed a little. He would do the innocent act to avoid harsh punishments to make everyone look like a fool.

Sometimes, he will have the nerve to tear down my displayed artwork! I hated the likes of scum like Keith. He gave me the nickname 'Nerdy" due to my obsession with Sci-Fi.

I didn't care. I was proud of it. But today, I was in no mood of his stupid games.

"Oh, Nerdy Alice!" Keith said in a singing tone. "Leaving without saying goodbye?"

My hatred was welling up inside as he approached me.

"How about a kiss?" he grinned wickedly, showing off his braces.

"No." I said coldly. "Go away and leave me alone."

My body began to tense up. I was resisting the urge to fight back.

Before I could walk away, Keith grabbed me from behind and tried to force his lips at mine. I instinctively pushed him away. He cursed at me for that and slapped me across the cheek.

My temper was boiling my brain as I breathed heavily and snarled through my teeth. I ignored the consequences of my actions when I did the unexpected.

I punched him.