Chapter 10: Shock
Later that night, Meg continued sobbing in the basement. She had not done anything to deserve the harsh treatment she received that day. Luckily, one of the administrators heard her and let her out of the locker. They did not realize that she was an illegal student, so Meg was lucky also in that aspect. She still wanted to return to school the next day in the hopes that the next day would be better.
Meg decided to sneak into a geometry class the next day, so she did just that. She took an empty seat in the back of the classroom and sat her head down and sighed. Nobody liked her. However, she hoped they would.
Suddenly, she felt a giant spitball splat against her head. She looked up. Meg saw a boy with a long straw and a bunch of extra-large spitballs. He pointed at Meg and started laughing. The entire class laughed, as well. The teacher was not in the room at the moment, so he did not do anything to settle them down. Suddenly, many other people started taking out straws and fired spitballs at Meg.
"Agh! Please! Stop! I'm having a really bad day!" Meg cried. Tears started rolling down her cheeks.
"Ha ha ha! Loser!" some student shouted. Then, the war continued to wage. Someone had the audacity to throw a stapler toward Meg. "Hey, heads up!" the only response was. Meg looked up, and before she could duck, a black Swingline stapler hit her square in the face.
"Ow!" cried Meg. Suddenly, someone came up from behind Meg and yanked her headcap over her face. "Ahh! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" The kid from behind Meg suddenly kicked her hard in the butt. The class continued laughing, and Meg retreated to a corner of the classroom to cry. Suddenly, the teacher entered the room to begin the lesson. The class instantly shut up, and Meg cried quietly in the corner.
Things were not much better for Meg at lunch. Meg walked out of the lunch line and eyed the lunchroom for a place to sit. All the tables were jam-packed full, except for one. There were the kids that wore the "Sam Jones" T-shirts. Meg walked over and joined them. "Hi. I'm Sam Jones," she said.
"Goodbye, loser," one of them said.
"But isn't this the outcast table?" Meg asked.
"No. We haven't even fallen that low. The outcast table is over there," one of them said, pointing away toward a dirty wooden table with all sorts of flies buzzing around. Behind it was a trashcan, where there was some man-eating monster rattling inside.
Meg sighed and sat down at the outcast table, attempting to swat flies away from her as she ate. Later, as she got up to throw away her tray, someone shouted, "FOOD FIGHT!" Food was thrown everywhere. "NO, THROW IT AT THAT GIRL WITH THE PINK HEADCAP!" Meg shrieked, and people flung food all over her. Apples, mashed potatoes, half-chewed crackers, you name it, ended up on Meg. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she ran out of the lunch room crying as everyone kept throwing food at her.
But the worst was yet to come for poor Meg. Several hours later, Meg walked down the halls of the school. She felt too sad and depressed to bother with trying to make a new start. She was just as bad off as she was in Quahog, if not worse. Meg headed down to the notorious, gangsta filled hall. There, she saw all sorts of gangstas talking about how they tricked their cars up. There were some pimps among them, too, talking about how many girls they pimped. Plenty of drug dealers were pleasant, as well. This was definitely the bad part of the school.
Suddenly, a large teen spun Meg around. The entire hall was silent and watched what happened. It was the same bully that Meg ran into on her first day. "So…you escaped the locker, huh?"
"Y-y-yeah…" Meg said quietly.
"Well," the bully said calmly, "that's all right. I can offer much worse than some stupid shovement into a locker."
"L-like what?" Meg asked nervously.
"THIS!" the bully shouted. It seemed as though his voice echoed through the entire school. At that moment, he pulled out a gun and pulled the trigger. A tremendous explosion filled the silent halls of the school, followed by a loud, tortured scream.
The bully quickly retreated the scene. Meg had fallen on the ground. The bully had gotten her. She had been injured in the chest by the bullet. The pain intensified. Obviously, none of the gangstas, pimps, or drug dealers cared. Meg hoped she could have some assistance to the hospital.