The next morning was rough. I had stayed up past my bed time and built my dinosaur completely. I then drew a picture of the bullies and looked at my creation with sad eyes.
"I wish you were real. Then I would ask you to eat them."
I put my picture down and went to bed. I walked down the stairs at a sluggish pace not wanting to go back to school. My mom had a concerned look on her face when I walked into the kitchen.
"Are you alright? You look exhausted," she exclaimed.
"I'm ok. Just really tired is all," I muttered. "Do I have to go to school today?"
"Yes Daniel, you have to go to school today."
I knew she would say yes but I had to give it a shot. As I ate my breakfast, my dad walks in and gives his usual "Hi, Bye." routine and is out the door. I followed behind to wait at the bus stop. When the bus arrived my friend was sitting in our usual spot, and I headed over. Brandon looked at me weird and asked, "Did you even sleep?"
"I did, but it doesn't feel like it," I replied. "I had a really weird dream last night. I dreamt that my dinosaur came to life and ate one of the bullies. Then I woke up very tired."
"Well, dinosaurs can't come off the pages and eat people thank goodness," says Brandon matter of factly.
" I built him. He is now a lego creation. He stands as tall as me!" I told him.
Brandons mouth dropped agape, as he started rambling off questions. I answered them all and it lasted until the bus got to school. From there I spotted the bullies, one of them wasn't here today. They were so caught up in conversation that I was able to sneak by with ease. I got to my locked and put my papers away, and grabbed my books. First class was about to start. I made it just in time.
Mrs. Rook is a good teacher. I like her; she is the only teacher who will try to help me.
"Class? I have an important announcement. One of our students is out today so I want no discussion or rumors about what may or may not have happened going around in my room. Now turn to page 72 in your text book."
And with that, the day began. I wasn't so fortunate the rest of the day. Because the one bully member was absent, the other two were trying to make up for lost muscle. I got dunked this time and thrown into a trash can. The principal and the teachers couldn't help me. They kept saying something along the lines of, "Stick up for yourself." or "Fight back." First off I cant fight back. I dont know how and even of i did, I know I would be the one getting in trouble not them. Its the same as all the other stories you hear. "Kid sticks up for himself, suspended due to fight on school property." I dont need that kind of look on me.
Second off, even when I told my parents the first time they couldn't do anything but talk to the teachers and principal as well. You know what they said? "Boys will boys." or "It'll toughen him up"
When I got home, I finished my homework and made little adjustments to my dinosaur. When it was time for bed, my mom came in and kissed me good night and went to bed herself. That night I had the weirdest dream.