I made a story called Gothic Geek meets prep. here is the first chapter of it:
Chapter 1
I walked into my bully-ridden school and looked down at my feet. All of a sudden I felt a push on my back.
I flew forward and hit the ground with a thud. My books were everywhere…all my homework. People were just stepping on it without a care. There was no need to turn around and see what it was, because I already knew. It was Vanessa and her preppy crew. “Wow, you really are a Geek.” The stocked off with their clicky-sounding high heels as their painful mean laugh shot through me.
I stumbled up to my knees, and threw all the now-stepped-on schoolwork into my back pack. Great. When I stepped up back to my feet I ran through the hallways so I wouldn’t be trampled on or pushed anymore. When I opened my locker I constantly looked behind me to make sure there was nobody with a gun or something.
My arm slammed my locker shut and I ran to homeroom. I sat next to my best friend Shia. “Hey Shia. I said under my exhausted breath.
Were the really nerdy kids who get all A’s. Then this mean popular kid named Nate slithered Next to our desk and started making some mean rhyme about us. “I get all A’s, I never miss class, I even have a picture of my teacher on my-“Shia kicked his leg and it was funny how he pretended to not be in pain. He walked off looking so casual but secretly he was about to cry. I held up my hand for a High-five and she smacked it. Then we started laughing.
“Hey Luna I didn’t understand that one math question last night what did you get?” she asked me. “Oh here you can look at mine.” I ripped out my notebook from my bag. It was covered in Frickin’ crap because of what Vanessa did to me today. I secretly patted it clean; not that it did anything.
About a minute later the bell rang. “Bye Luna” Shia said to me. “By Shia.” I replied.
I waited for everybody else to leave the classroom before me. I am always scared to go into the halls. I kind of have a phobia of that. There was a really scary incident that happened at my old school, and it’s the reason I exchanged to this school.
About a year ago, there was this popular kid, and this nerdy kid. Well actually that nerdy kid was one of my closest friends. They were both guy’s. I was leaving English, and I looked up to say hi to my friend. Before I could answer he did. “Hi. What’s up? Is English fun today?” I smiled. “Ya it was pretty fun. We’re working on that create-a-contest project.” I said eager for his response. “Yesssssss” He hissed halfway through my sentence.
Seconds later that stupid Jock yelled about 5 yards away, “Hey look there’s a geek freak fest over there.” My friend made a face. “Hey. Just because we’re smarter than you doesn’t make us freaks.” He said trying to be cool. I smacked him in the back. “Don’t do that.” I hissed. “You wanna fight Nerd?” The Jock said. “Oh wait; it won’t be a fight because I am, hmm... let’s see… ten times stronger than you?” “Bring it on pretty boy.” My friend yelled to loud. Suddenly there was a crowd of kids surrounding them yelling “fight fight fight”
My head was spinning. I hated fights. I shoved through all the stupid kids egging my friend on to fight. “Stop it!” I screamed so loud the kids all stopped yelling.
“What’s your geeky emo girlfriend doing here?” the Jock said. I pushed pass my friend ready to punch him in the gut but what I saw next was so shocking.
The Jock had a freaking gun. He shot a bullet aimed right at my head. Before it hit me my friend jumped in front of the bullet and was shot. I covered my mouth blocking my scream.
My friend lay unconscious on the ground. There was blood everywhere. “Oh my freaking god!” I screamed. All the teachers came running over to the fight. The Jock looked scared as if he were thinking, “What did I just do?”
So that’s it. That’s my story of how I received this oh so terrifying phobia. Every time I think of it I have to put my arms around my waist to hold my stomach from exploding. I never told anybody that story before. Except my parents, so I was able to transfer.
Oh, sorry. I forgot to explain. My name is Luna Lanson. I am a supposedly a gothic geek. So is Shia Collins. My best friend. We are currently in 9th grade. That flashback was when I was in 8th grade.
Once everybody left the room, I exhaled and walked out. When I exited the classroom, I ran to my locker. Nobody was there luckily.
As the day went on It was finally my last class of the day. Gym. I quickly changed so no preps could make fun of my body. Then I ran into the gym. The preps were throwing this wimpy kid in the air. I stomped over there and tried to help the kid. “What are you doing?” one of the preps yelled at me. “The right thing.” I muttered so he couldn’t here me.
I grabbed the kid’s arm and dragged him over to the gym teacher. “This kid was beaten up by those preps over there.” Then I went back over to the preps. “Please stop.” I said. I was ready to walk away but then one of them said something. “People like you are the reason we have guns.” I shuddered when I heard that word.
I stood there spaced out, when all of a sudden I felt somebody punch me in the stomach. I flew backwards. The preps ran away so they wouldn’t get in trouble. Before I hit the ground something caught me. I turned around to see what it was. It was one of the preps. I flung up in case he was planning to hurt me. “What do you want?!” I yelled feet away from him. “Nothing. I’m Sam.” He muttered under his breath. “Go kill yourself.” I spitted the words at him as I walked off.
My stomach hurt. I walked across the gym to see Shia. But somebody grabbed me shirt. “OW!” I screamed as I released myself. I turned around and saw Vanessa. “Oh you poor baby.” She said sarcastically. “Stay away from Sam. I liked him first.” She snapped and all the girls followed her.
Finally Gym was over. I ran to my bus and flung myself in the first seat. You’re considered a Nerd if you sit there. Good.
I was listening to my Punk Rock as I saw that Sam kid walk by. He winked at me and headed towards the back seats. Ew.
Sam’s stop came and he dropped a note on my seat on his way out. I started at him from the corner of my eye out the window as I watched him head to his house. I opened the note.
Luna, why do you hate me? I don’t hate you. Meet me at the library at 11:30 pm, ok? Meet you there. Bye.
Sam
I nearly threw up. Why so late? Probably because he didn’t want to be seen with a gothic geek like me. What was he planning to do?
I got on my scooter and headed over to the library. What does he want from me? I am skinny, and my mom says I’m pretty but, not compared to the preps.
I saw him waiting on a bench outside the library. “Sorry I’m late.” I said in a very dull tone. “You’re not late.” He said with a smile. “I’m just early.”
My hands threw my scooter behind a bush. I realized the library wasn’t open. “The library… it’s not-“ he interrupted me. “I know. I just like this bench.” He motioned for me to sit down next to him. I felt uncomfortable. I sat next to him.
“What do you want?” I said ruining the silence. “I want to apologize. Preps can be really mean sometimes, I know-“I interrupted rudely. “Sometimes?” He smiled a beautiful smile. I turned my head. “I’m gonna tell my buddies to stop.”
I sat up from the seat. “I’m not going to take this frickin’ crap.” Before I could leave her grabbed my hand and I released it instantly. “Please wait.” He said in an unresisting voice. I sat back down and looked up at his beautiful face.
All of a sudden he started kissing me. I could not release, I loved it so much. Then he stopped. I covered my mouth and stood up. “He held my hand. “Tomorrow at seven?” I looked at him and nodded. “Same place.” He yelled. I smiled as I walked off.
All of a sudden I stopped and stared blankly into air. Oh my god…. I just kissed prep….. ..
