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Bullies
It's been a month since I moved here and I still haven't made any friends except for Daryl. That friendship has been great, but it would be nice to have someone to converse with at school and who's around my age.
"Hey, loser…" I heard this boy named Bobby say.
I ignored him, hoping to get on the bus quickly.
"Don't ignore him, loser," his friend, Andy, said.
"Leave me alone," I mumbled.
"Aww… Is the little weird girl going to cry," Bobby mocked.
I put my hoodie over my head and climbed onto the bus. They followed and sat in the seat behind me. One of the boys flicked my head and I couldn't wait until I got home.
"Hey, loser. Why don't you have any friends?" Bobby asked.
"Because she's a loser," Andy said.
"Exactly."
Bobby poked me and said, "I bet your parents left you on purpose."
"Yeah, bet they crashed to get away from you," Andy said.
They started laughing and I turned around with a sharp glare, "Leave my parents alone."
"Did we strike a nerve?" Bobby laughed.
"Stop it!" I yelled.
"Cry baby, cry."
"Knock it off back there," the bus driver said.
Bobby whispered in my ear, "We ain't through with you yet, loser."
I hunched down into the lumpy seat and looked out the window, trying to keep the rest of my tears from flowing over. We got to my stop and I got off the bus as quick as I could. The boys were following obnoxiously behind me and I tried to get to the trailer as fast as I could.
Bobby grabbed my backpack and pulled it off my shoulders. I grabbed the strap and it became a tug of war match between us. Andy grabbed at it to and the two boys were able to rip it from grip. Bobby started to dump everything in it onto the ground with a sinister laugh. Andy laughed along with.
I got extremely angry so I jumped on Bobby and went for a punch. I just nicked him on the cheek and he said, "Get her off me!"
Andy grabbed me and threw me back on the ground. Bobby touched his cheek and said, "You're gonna pay for that, loser!"
He jumped on me and tried to hit me. I put my arms up for defense, but his blows were pretty rapid.
"Get her Bobby," Andy cheered.
"Hey! Ya leave 'er alone!" I heard a gruff voice say.
"Daryl Dixon!?" Andy said, sounding frightened.
Bobby was plucked off me and was being held roughly by Daryl. I sat up and saw Daryl glaring angrily at the young boy he was holding.
"Don't ya ever touch 'er again, or ya gonna have to deal with me. Got that?" Daryl asked.
"I… I got it… Daryl," Bobby whimpered.
"Now get out of here before I do somethin' worse."
Daryl let Bobby go and he took off with Andy close behind him. Daryl looked down at me and he said, "Ya all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said.
"He got ya pretty good, but you whacked him one too."
"Yeah."
"Here," he said as he held out his hand.
I grabbed his large and warm hand and he helped me up. I dusted myself off and started picking up my notebooks and other school supplies. Daryl helped me and with the two of us, I was able to retrieve all my items pretty fast.
"Thanks for your help," I said.
"It was nothin'. No one picks on my friend. Maybe I should teach ya how to fight," he said.
"That would be good."
"Yeah, everyone should know how to protect themselves."
"I'd like that."
"Okay. Ya should go put ice on that lip and ya cheek."
I touched my lip and winced at the sharp pain, "I guess that's a good idea."
"I'll see ya around Shadow. Try to stay outta trouble, but don't hesitate to come find me if someone messes with ya again."
"I will, Daryl."
I went inside and my grandmother came out of the bedroom.
"Oh my word, what happened to you?" she asked, looking me over.
"These boys were picking on me and I started fighting with him. He got me pretty good," I said.
"I can see that, Shadow. What are those boys' names?"
"It's fine, don't get involved. They were already dealt with."
"What do you mean?"
"Daryl saved me."
"Daryl!? As in the Dixon boy next door?"
"Yeah, he scared them off."
"He didn't hurt them, did he?"
"No, he just yelled at them."
"That's a relief. You sure I should leave it alone?"
"Yes grandma."
"Okay, but if they pick on you again, you tell me, okay?"
"Okay I will."
"All right, now go wash your face and I'll get the ice pack for you."
I went to my bathroom and looked at the mirror, I had a small laceration on my lip which was slightly swollen and I had a black and blue mark forming on my left cheek bone. I washed the slight blood and dirt off carefully with my rag. I finished up and went out to the kitchen, to find my grandma holding an icepack in her hand.
I took it from her and put it on my aching lip. I heard my grandfather's car pull up in the drive way and I knew I'd have to explain to him what happened. Grandma was continuing making dinner and grandpa came striding into the trailer.
"How are my girls?" he asked as he sat his stuff down."
"We're okay," my grandma said.
He came into the kitchen and said, "What happened to you? Who did that?"
"Just some mean boys from school," I said.
"I want their names and now."
"Don't worry about it, its fine."
"It's not fine. You were beat up by some little bullies."
"Daryl took care of it."
"The delinquent from next door?"
"He's not a delinquent, he's a good guy."
"You stay away from that young man. Don't care for him or his family. I'm glad he helped you, but that still doesn't make me like him."
"Yes, grandpa."
"Okay, I'm gonna get cleaned up for dinner."
The rest of the night went fairly quickly and I figured that from here on out, I have someone who has my back.
