I barely made it off the bus alive. Chad and Patrick suddenly decided it was the most hilarious thing in the world to throw the cheerleaders pom poms at me and those things hurt...a lot! I rubbed a bruise on my arm and checked my face for scrapes in the bathroom mirror. I chewed the inside of my lip, trying to hold in the tears that would confermare my place as a wimp not just to others but to myself. I turned my eyes away from the reflection in the mirror, disgusted da the reflection. [i]Come on Ed[i] I thought to myself [i]Just get through today. One più day![i]
I wrenched myself away from the sinks and strode for the door. My fingers had curled into to fists, the knuckles stark white against my skin. A few people sniggered as I walked past, hands cupped around their smirks. I ignored them walking purposely inoltrare, avanti until CRASH! A girl with a stack of libri walked right into me, her face obscured da the pile. I fell down with her, my already bruised body aching from the impact.
"Geez, watch where you're goi-oh...hi Amy" I said, stopping my outburst when I realised that the girl I'd managed to send hurtling to the gum plastered floor was none other than Amy Peterson. Amy was not particulary popolare but I had to be nice to her for one reason: she was currently going out with my sometimes best-friend Charley Brewster, my only other friend in the school. If I upset her then I upset Charley which therefore meant I had no one to talk to. Then my life would officially be hell. Amy blushed and began to gather her libri together, muttering a string of words about it being "her fault" and that she "should have been looking where she was going".
I helped her place the libri into a pile again but made a judgement that the pile was too precarious to safely totter around in the corridors held up only da Amy's pin-like arms. "Hey Amy, do te want some help with your things" I asked, nodding my head at the books. She glanced at them and opened her mouth, a clear refusal in her eyes until she focused on a point above my head. I looked over and spotted Charley standing stock still at the end of the hallway, eyes wide. Charley had curly black hair and large brown eyes that gave him a slightly stunned look. I would have detto he had rather child-like features but he (like most people) was almost a head taller than me.
I raised my hand to wave at him but felt Amy lightly lay her fingers on my arm. Her eyes were still fixed on Charley, her lips pursed as she detto "Sure Edward, that would be fantastic".
I was so surprised that she had accepted my offer that I almost didn't register her dropping my derogatory nickname "Evil". Charley and Amy had had a fight, I was sure of it, but I still felt my arms reach out and take half the pile of books. I stood up and she rose with me, a smile now plastered on her face. "Come on" she said, turning briskly around and marching down the corridor. I took one last look at Charley, who hadn't moved a muscle, before following her.