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Some random school in Atlanta_ (10:20am)
"And that is why Isaac Newton is a legend compared to Henry Calvin." The physics teacher spoke with a little tug on his bloated belly.
Now if you ask me, I'll probably tell you he's 8/9 months old pregnancy is almost due... Yes, that is how big his belly is. I mean, look at the size of that.
Did he break into a watermelon farm or something, there has to be an explanation for that huge belly frame-
"Mr Waylon, I believe you have something you'll like to share with the class?" Mr Prickles spoke with a very uncomfortable smile. How the fuck did he notice my gaze on his humongous belly.
It's either he's a telekinetic- no telephon- what's the word again?
The class of 27, a boy stood out with his handsome God given looks. His short undefined messy raven hair fell both sides with stray strands falling on perfect face. His brown chocolate skin glossy and shinning under radiant lighting of the bright reflective room. Grey dull eyes stared deep into the teacher's soul.
Hi, my name is Isaac Waylon... Son of Isaac Newton... In a way.
"The sunlight seems promising Mr Prickles. A good sign." I replied as I dazed into the horizon out the window... Which was a couple of seats away from me. I mean, I should be sitting beside the window, but for some reason, I'm placed in the middle row that has two more rows away from that window seat.
Shit... To much dialogue.
My reply gets a few snickers and chuckles from the surrounding flees(students) and a sharp snort from Prickles who ignored my existence and went on with the historical events surrounding science and shitty ancestors.
*Ring!* *Ring*
"Oh would you look at that! Seems like I'm outta time here." He spoke while staring at the clock. The surrounding students picked up their books to walk off for recess but Mr Prickles chose this very moment to pull that shitty teacher move.
"Woah! Where to folks? I'm not done with the topic? Now sit down, I'll just take a little out of your-"
And that's where I lost it.
In my hands laid a blank sheet of paper.... Well, not blank because of the psychologically damning drawings on it. I'll come straight, I can't draw shit! But it helps me with 'the' moment to draw shit with diligence.
The class soon wraps up and the lots soon dashed out without warning, probably wanting to not spend another second with Prickles who remained oblivious to those death glares of the students.
I calmly packed my books in my bag and walked in the direction of the door-
*BUMP*
First face smacking my head against the metal door frame. I crouched in pain which grabbing my forehead with my palm out stretched to feel the solid metal I bumped into-
*Squish* *Squish*
But the soft fleshy feeling sent my mind deeper down the tunnel called confusion.
"KYAA!"
*PAH!*
The scream followed by the sharp pain on my cheek snapped me from my state of confusion.
Brown hair, Chestnut colored eyes, red cheeks burning from embarrassment and a little bit of anger, a pretty face, and a rocking body. The cheerleader vibes radiating from this bitch is wild man.
To be honest, I don't know shit about her name. One of the Trinity. (Trinity: the three most beautiful girls of the entire school, set aside by the band of qualified and verified geeks and nerds.)
She by chance is dating one of the hugest douchebag in the entire school-
"I'm sorry, are you okay?" She rushed to my side, apologizing for raising her hands at me... I'm the victim after all.
"PUNK!" The sudden yell followed up by a sucker punch from the guy brought me down my knees. I am confident to say that I have a pretty good physique. Trained my body for more than a decade and half, so it's gonna be hard for a teenager who has literally no experience with anything than to just throw a simple unstylish and animalistic sucker punch to the gut to bring me down to my knees... But as I said, "I am the victim here."
"Urgh!" I crashed on my knees with a little exaggerated drool dripping from the side of my open mouth as I gasped the air in 'pain.'
Bully A and his gang was already upon me before I took in my second breath and they did what all bullies does best when they gang up on ya.
They stomp the shit outta you.
Legs, chest, back, were the primary targets. With quick reflexes, my arms wrapped my head like a poor Christmas tree with all those lightings and jingle bells, preventing any strike on my face.
The stomps was brutal, but luckily, the red chick pushed 'A' away, breaking the strange formations and helped me up as my body visibly trembled and twitched from the beatings.
'Patience Isaac... Patience.' I calmly muttered to my disoriented heartbeat.
I mustered my strength to pick myself up, but suddenly halts upon hearing the last wordings of bully A.
"Your parents money won't save you from me."
Hoo, you just had to add that line boy.
*BAM!*
A straight whip kick to the jaw sent him tumbling on the ground.
The gasps from the surrounding students flooded my ears.
*WHAM!*
The moment of my brief distraction, Bully A friend's swung a mean hook to my gut, but with a quick recovery, I headbutted him with enough force to disorient his stance and tackled him to the ground, ending his misery with an elbow strike to the temple.
Quickly rolling to my feet only to be harshly tackled to the ground with enough force to send a grown up adult male to coma and three hooks to the face.
"Urgh! You bitch?" He took shots at my open face.
My breaking point... My beautiful face.
To my side, I grabbed a book laying on the floor and drove it to his throat, creating space between us as he was coughing and gasping for air while I aimed my feet to his temple, delivering a whipping kick like before, knocking him out.
*WHAAM!!*
The pain from the back of my head along along with the weakness in my entire body sent me tumbling down with a blackened vision.
Not only did I get my ass knocked out, but I also leave here with a bruise on my delicate face... Fuck.