I have four words for you. First. Day. Of. School. My parents moved house and dragged me along with them, and a new school just opened around the corner. Is that where I am going? Definite yes! Welcome to hell. I catch the bus and ride it to school. I pay the driver and stand out front of the school, looking up at it. There is a big sign out front with some smurf-model on it with a fake smile. A creepy smile.
I walked straight in with my face down. I saw a kid picking his nose. He came over to me. No! I will fake it as if I did not notice him. I think he went to touch m or something.
“Hi newbie,” he sniffs. I walk straight past him. He is NOT touching me! No way! I start seeing more weirdos. They are everywhere. This school is absolutely infested with nerds! I pass go through the long hallway and stop at the door of my assigned classroom.
“Room 18,” I mutter.
I walk into the room. Many pairs of glassy, beady eyes stared at me. Through me. I see an empty seat at the back, I walk to it, still keeping my head down.
“Not so fast,” says a voice, a man. “What is your name newbie?” There is that word! What is with newbie?
I am annoyed. Really annoyed. I turn around slowly.
“OK, do not call me newbie you will call me by my name. My name is Murf. That is all you need to know. No more questions,” I say breathing in and out quickly. I am puffed out. I plonk down on the back desk.
“Don’t call him newbie. Ok, my name is Kevin Brown. Mr Brown for you. Say hello to Murf,”
“Hi Murf,” The whole class groaned in unison. What a great class.
After a horrible lesson of maths, the bell for recess rings. I was first out of the classroom. I get my hat and lunch and go straight down. While I am zooming down, I bump into someone. A woman. The woman from the sign.
“Hello,” she says walking past me. Surprising, that is the only person who has not talked to me or called me newbie.
At lunch, I am sitting by myself. I am eating, minding my own business, when a gang of kids comes up to me. All boys. Well here is trouble.
“Look dude I don’t want any trouble-” I start, but some hick interrupts me. The person in the front of the group. Is he the leader?
“Boys, we got a new one,” said the leader. He looked big and tough.
“We saw what you did in class today,” he went on. “I think you belong in our gang,” He smiled at me. What the-?
“No!” I said straight away, “Why would I want to be in your gang?” I looked at him like he was and alien.
“Oh we do plenty of fun things, breaking rules, annoying teachers… It’s our thing,” he said, smiling AGAIN. Man I am getting mad.
“Actually, I do not really like school, so it does sound like fun. When do I start?” I say. Yes! I will finally be respected!
“Tomorrow,” he says. He and his gang walk away laughing, yelling and swearing.
The next day we got up to heaps of fun things. We spray painted SKOOL SUX on the principal’s window, we made noises in class and we stole kid’s food and money. I really feel good about myself, but something is wrong. I am new and I am already a bully. Does this make me popular?
I come home and go straight to bed. I am tired after all the bullying…
Tomorrow comes and I was picking on some nerdy kid. Some girl approaches me. She has glasses and red hair. I have never noticed her. I drop the kid.
“Nerd,” I mutter under my breath. She rolls her eyes and ignores me.
“So you’re new right?” she says.
“Yeah,” I say.
“Ok. Already a bully then,” She looks down and writes something on a clipboard.
“Yes, I am happy to be respected,” I say.
“Do you really want to do this?” She says.
“Yes. Why are you questioning me?” I say, angrily.
“Do you want to live your life a bully?”
This hits me. I really think about this.
“Just think about it,” She says walking off, obviously disappointed.
I do not want to live my life a bully. I do not want to be pinned as a bad kid.
“Your gang is stupid. You are all bullies and I quit!” I say. He looks up at me smirking.
“I knew you would say that. The new ones never last,” He said. Out of nowhere, he threw a punch, but I was ready for it.
“I knew you would do that though,” I say grabbing his arm.
“What?” He says, suddenly alarmed.
“The bullies never last!” I say, pushing him into a puddle. He hits the ground with a thud.
“Bully,” I say. If you have a choice, never choose to bully over being kind.