"Hey Chase!" Bree exclaimed happily.
"What are you so happy about Bree?"
Leo answered for Bree before she could say anything. "It's about some new social media called Chatters. Kinda dumb if you ask me."
"It's not dumb!" Bree snapped. "Isn't this awesome! My first social media! Owen told me to get one. Isn't that great!"
"You should get one Chase! Then everyone can tell you how short and weak you are!" Adam joked.
"It looks like they don't know what's been going on at school... everyone does tell me how short and weak I am... and other things too..."
"Uh, Chase?" Bree said, interrupting his train of thought. "If you're gonna get one, make sure to not talk to us in a public chat, send us a public chat, or even join a public chat we're in. I'm going to the mall with Linsey and Heidi this weekend and if they see me talking to you they so won't let me go!"
"And don't friend request us!" Adam added.
"Ha, I see what you guys mean. i can just see his personal description now. 'Just got a 110% on my math test!' or 'I'm going to tell you about the different types of fabrics!' or 'I just got a new tie!'. And I bet his profile picture will be an atom! Maybe I'll get an account just to see that!" They all bursted in laughter, except for Chase, of course.
"Leo, I completely agree with you, but I will not let his profile picture be one of me!" They all facepalmed at Adam's comment.
"Do you guys really think i'm that embarrassing?" The three looked at eachother and in unison, said "Yes."
"Fine then." Chase went upstairs into his room and closed the door. He was still hurting from the beatings, the physical and verbal. His phone then lit up.
Text from: Myra
"Hey Chase, have you heard of Chatters? Make an account so we can talk on there instead because I have limited txts and I don't want to waste them, user is MelodyMyra123. :)"
Chase smiled at the text. "At least someone likes me." He thought. Chase searched for Chatters on his phone.
"Welcome to Chatters, where you can talk to people in a fun, fast and easy way! Join now!" Chase snickered at the introduction.
"Welcome new member of Chatters! Start chatting now!"
Chase snickered (again) and searched Myra's name.
"Hey Myra, i got an account. What do you think?"
"Your username is Chase Davenport? That's boringgggg. It should be Supergenius or something like that, haha"
"Nah, I'll just leave it like this."
"Oh, fineeee. So wht's up?"
"Not much. You?"
"Nothing except my older sister being a brat. She thinks she's sooooo cool just because she gets to watch me while my parents are at work. I'm not a little kid anymore, I don't need her to watch me. Ugh. She's such a pain sometimes." Chase laughed at Myra's message.
"My older siblings are the same, they always think they're better than me because they're older."
"It sucks, right? Aww, my sister is making me do chores. I'll talk to you later. Bye Chasey!"
"Bye bye, MyMy."
"I hate it how you always do that whenever I say bye."
"Hahaha, I'm not gonna stop. Bye bye MyMy."
"Urgh fine. Bye Chase"
Chase decided to look at all the public chats, a lot about the upcoming boxing match and who would win, some about how 50 people were saved from a burning building the other day. (Which was actually the three bionics that saved them, which nobody knew.) Chase decided he was done, until his eyes landed on the 'Make a Chat!' button.
"Well, it can't hurt, right?" Man was he wrong...
Chase had come back to his room right after dinner. He was still upset with his siblings, but pretended to be okay, just like he did everyday. Chase checked his phone and was slightly surprised at what he saw.
You have 6 new messages on your public chat.
"Hey Chase!" Is what Myra said. But the next few messages, he had no idea who had sent them.
2tough4u: "Is this the Chase Dorkenport from school? No way! Check this out guys!"
123456789: "It really is the loser! Haha!"
Brawnxscreamz: "Wow he looks even more pathetic now, why is he even here they should of deleted his account because it's so stupid"
2tough4u:"So true he's such a lame loner. Well i got to go now guys, also we should totally get the nerd tomorrow.
123456789: "We should, bye dude."
Chase just stared at his phone, thinking. Those words hurt. He had always been taught to not let something as weak as words to get to him. But he realized words were not weak. At all. Each insult they threw at him was worth 1,000 punches to the face. Loser. Pathetic. Lame. Loner. What could he do? The thought of telling Mr. Davenport or someone crossed his he fought against it. Right now, all he wanted to do was cry, but he fought against that too. But he lost the battle to that. He slumped down on the floor and cried until it was time to go to the lab and sleep in his capsule.
"CHASE WAKE UP!" Adam yelled while banging on Chase's capsule door.
"Huh?" Chase opened his eyes to see his siblings.
"We're going to be late for school if we don't leave now." Leo said.
"Ugh... school..." Chase mumbled. They all stared at him in shock.
"Uh what did you just say?"
"N-nothing. I didn't say anything.
"Okay, so first you wake up late, and then you complain about school? What is up?" Bree asked.
"Nothing! I'm just tired. And I love school!"
"Okay... let's go."
"Chase!" As Chase turned around he was engulfed in a hug by Myra.
"I saw what they were saying to you on Chatters." Myra said as she pulled away for the hug. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. You don't have to worry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, positive. It's almost time for class, and yours is on the other side of the school. You should get going or else you'll be late."
"O-okay... I guess you're right. Bye Chase..." She gave him one last quick hug before walking away. Chase turned around and was greeted by people not so pleasant.
"Hey, Chase! You ready?" Truman said, grinning. There were two other people with him, Trent and someone he didn't know. "Let's get him, boys!" Truman hit Chase in the stomache, sending him to the ground in pain. Trent and 'No-name' grabbed Chase and carried him upstairs lying him on the ground. Chase tried to get up, but Trent kicked him back down to the floor.
"You ready, Arsen?" Truman asked.
"Ready!" The kid who was discovered to be named Arsen kicked Chase down the stairs.
"Ow..." Chase groaned. His vision was slightly blurry, but he could see several people holding cell phones, pointing them at him. They were recording it, a few of them laughing.
"See you later, shortie!" Truman hollered.
"Nerd!" Trent added as they walked down the stairs, and Arsen kicked Chase in the stomache before they all ran away and the bell for class rang.
Chase just lay there, alone, tears forming in his eyes.