My alarm rang, its already time to wake up. I got out of bed and met my mom making my favorite breakfast, just some cereal and orange juice. I washed up, ate my food, kissed my mom goodbye and hopped on my bike to school. I parked my bike when I arrived and I saw the person who would his day making my day hell. Bryce Birkwood. Yes, that's right. Birkwood. He thinks his so high and mighty just because his father is very rich and is the owner of the school. And his father's place in the school only made my days at school even more, what's the word, hellish?
"Well, well, well, Matthew Duncan of the trashapartment here in NY City" he said as I entered the hall. "Can you at least just for one day not bug me?" I answered not with a begging tone but more of a confirming tone. "But that would not make my day. (laughs) Its not just FUN not to make fun of you" He and his gang laughed along with him and some girls. "Just admit it Poor Socks, you will never be in the same level as Bryce Birkwood!" Clarisse Smith retorted. Bryce has a lot of fangirls in this school because the girls here thinks he's handsome and buff. I don't though. "Just let me go to my classes" I answered back. "Why? You're not smart to even go to your classes." "You're the one who's not smart". I mumbled to myself. Unluckily for me, he heard it. "What you say to me twat!?" he asked in an angry tone. "I said. You're the one who's not smart." I repeated. "And you have any proof to prove that?" "Yes! The most common out of them is that I've been here since first year you can't get my name right. I'm Mattheo not Matthew. Any 5-year old can get my name right in just a matter of seconds!" I shouted back. I was just still thinking what the hell I just said his fist already went right to my face. He took my collar and threw me at the lockers. Luckily for me, I was wearing my backpack, so I didn't hit my back that hard. My nose was bleeding. Everything was blurry and I can't think straight. He threw another punch at me and allowed his gang to beat me up. He was about to throw another punch when a cold and stern voice was heard in the entrance of the hallway.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."