Henry

Argh. School is the only place that distracts me. It shows positive results...

I walked across the hallway. There she stood. Emily Pearson stood facing her back by her locker. The locks of her hair in a perfect sunshine yellow, her twinkle Dorothy Gale ruby shoes tapping against each other as she took out her school books.

I curved a smile. "Hey, Emily!"

Emily turned around. For a moment, this will be more memorable if she turned her head in slow motion. "Hi Henry."

I always try to look relaxed as possible. But that raspberry sweet mouth just takes my breath away. She smiled as my jaw dropped ajar.

In lunch time, I'm able to get free food. That's just one of the things I have to thank the government for. Except, school food makes me sick sometimes. And may I add, the huge lunch lady creeps me out. The Famous Spot Lady. She is the star in our school, we gave of her name as the "Famous Spot Lady" because of the disturbing mole on the right end corner of her mouth.

Homework is one of the things that I could I handle. Miss Mary Margaret favors me highly. She sometimes assign only me an extra credit assignment when my grades drop low. I'm lucky to have her as my teacher.

Now the negative side in school is very unpleasant...

I don't consider myself a freakin' genius, but I know how to keep up with all my classes. But a lot of the guys seem to consider me as their target to amuse themselves. The name they granted me is "The Watch Thief". When dad was here years ago, he stole some of the watches in the pawn shop he used to work at. Apparently, they worth a lot of money and paid off many of the bills for our family. But when dad left, mom never stole anything again and chose to urn money. Dad is an outcast legend in my school. Those guys were with me since I was in preschool. Their parents knew my dad and just jumped into bunch of conclusions. I respect adults, but I hate that they made up such lies about that man who brought laughter and love in my life.

The leader in this annoying gang is Lance Paltrow. He's a little shorter than me but strong like an ox. Unfortunately, he also has the hots for Emily. So I try not to talk to her so much when he's near.

~ After my last class ended, I rushed out of the school and headed to the bus station. I waited patiently for the bus to arrive. But the gang was in the same area.

Lance bumped his shoulder against me. "Hey there, Swan. I saw you talking to my girl this morning. What were you thinking? Did you actually think you could get a chance with her that easily?"

"Since when was she yours, you two aren't officially together."

One of the boys, Jack just joined in. "Oh she will be. Very soon."

"Well, good luck with that."

Lance just snare at me with those dark eyes. "You think I can't have Emily? Do you think I'm some bum that all girls will avoid? Well, let me tell you something, bud. I am twice as better as you, Watch Thief."

I hate it when everybody calls me that. Especially Lance. "I am not a thief. And I never said that you are no better than me. For crying out loud, relax and stop twisting my words."

Lance pulled up his sleeves. His gang started to approach me. But the bus arrived in time. When the doors open, I just walked inside slowly without moving in haste. Its worse to show any sign of fear to these guys. It just encourages them to move their bullying overboard. Also, Mom is sick, her heart will stop if she gets a phone call that I was in a fight.

The guys sat beside me. They hit me with their fists and back packs when the driver turned his head. It doesn't really hurt if they use their back packs, but when a strike comes from Lance's fist, my bones are ready to shatter. That boy knows how to hit. I won't be surprised if he becomes a wrestler or join the marines in the future.

The bus soon pulled over to a stop. The driver opened the doors. I stood up and walked out of the bus. Again without haste; I still must keep my cool. The gang followed me from behind.

~ The bullying continued and I can't make it all the way home. The apartment is five blocks away from the building I'm standing at...Well, I'm sort of lying down.

A few kicks stroke my stomach and large hard feet stomped on my ribs. I laid on the right side and pressed my knees against my chest. I tried to protect myself with my back pack, but it didn't help much. Lance's iron fist pressed its pressure on my stomach. Along with his gang continousy beating me with their feet.

There is no escape in a time like this...I guess mom has to go through a major heart attack when she sees me.

"Hey! Hey! What are you kids doing?!" A man shouted.

I tried to turn my head to see my savior. But the boys were still surrounding me. The footsteps arouse in a fast and loud action. Who is this? Please don't be a cop...Please not a cop...