New In School

The sound of my alarm clock goes... ring-ring-rang! As I slowly get up my bed creeks. I open my door and walk into the empty hallway. The sound of the toaster popping and the smell of sizzling bacon in a pan. Wow... does that ever make me hungry! My mother turns around and smiles. I sit down at the dining table and wait for breakfast. My little brother screeches as I take the salt and pepper away from him. My father walks in with my little sister holding his had and my twin baby brothers in his arms. You think one kid would be enough... but sadly no. My parents end up with four more. As my father puts Dallas and Andrew in their play pen, my mother puts the breakfast on the table. Slowly I reach over to the plate of hot bacon. OUCH! I had just been stabbed with a fork!
"MARCUS! What was that for?" I asked. Marcus laughed. Marcus is eight years old, he still has a lot of learning to do before he realizes he can't stab people with forks! Since Marcus didn't answer my question I tried to reach for another piece. Gladly I didn't get stabbed with a fork but now my hand was covered in spit. Uh... I'd just been spat on!
"MOLLY! Why'd you do that? It's gross!" I asked. I was getting mad. Molly burst into tears. Molly is five years old, she also has a lot to learn before she realizes that she needs to keep her spit to herself!
"Molly... what's wrong dear?" My mother sounded so tired!
"Emilio yell at me!" Molly has such bad grammar! My mother turned to stare at me.
"Emilio!" My Mom was angry. I started to argue back.
"Mom! Marcus stabbed me with a fork and Molly spat on me! I can't take much more of this! I'M NO LONGER HUNGRY!!" Quickly I stood up and the chair hit the hardwood flooring. Dallas and Andrew hated that noise so they started squealing.
"EMILIO! GET BACK HERE AND EAT YOUR BREAKFAST!!" My mom yelled. I'd never heard her yell like that so I just ignored her. I slammed my bedroom door and opened my closet. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a plaid shirt. I walked into the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet where the toothpaste was. Suddenly all of my Dads allergy pills scattered all over the floor.
"MOM!" Marcus was standing right at the door, ready to rat on me. I ran at him with rage and pushed him over! I grabbed my backpack before I could get in anymore trouble and sprinted out of the door.

As the yellow school bus approached the corner I began to think of things that could happen. What if everybody makes fun of me? What if I make no friends? Or what if I get run over by the school bus? Hmm... lots of questions. The bus halted to a stop. The doors swung open and that's when the butterflies started flying around in my stomach! As I walked down the isle to find a seat the bus started to move and I lost balance. I fell face first onto the floor. Everyone began to laugh at me. I felt like such a fool! I opened my back-pack and pulled out my favourite book. I felt someones heavy breath on my neck.
"Hey look everyone! It's Nerdy!!" Behind me the boy screamed right in my ear and everyone laughed. I sighed.

As I walked out of the bus someone pushed me down the steps and I fell... face first again. I got up and rubbed my cheeks. Ouch... How could this day get worse? Slowly and nervously I walked into the office.
"Can I help ya dear?" This woman was young, she looked fairly new and she had one headphone in her ear. How rude.
"Well... hmmm.. I'm new here. Can you help me?" The woman looked at me.
"Huh? I didn't hear you darling. Speak up." My body stiffened.
"I'm new here! Can you help me?" She nodded.
"Certainly," She handed me a timetable and a list of all my classes. "This will be your first class." She ended and walked off. Blankly I stared at the sheet. My first class is math... not my best subject I thought. I opened the door and walked towards the stairs.

On third floor I found my class room. My teacher was there. I stood nervously in the doorway. Worriedly thinking what if I make a bad first impretion?
"You must be Emilio Randles. Am I right?" The teacher looked at me. She was also a woman. I coughed to clear my throat. I don't want to choke or anything.
"Er.. yea. You are right." Struggling I forced a smile but it went back to an upside down smile! She smiled back.
As she smiled she told me to sit down and wait for the rest of the class. Silently I sat there. Waiting for others to appear. Tick-tock. I heard the clock, it was pretty loud. I saw some kids arrive. One boy just stood in the doorway and stared at me.
"You again?!" He sounded surprised and fustrated all at the same time."Kid! Your sitting in my spot!"
"Well... the teacher told me... to sit here." I replied with a few stutters here and there.
"I don't care what the teacher said! That's my spot." He just stood there looking like he wanted to punch me.
"Jackson! Sit down." He turned round and stared at the teacher. Oh, how I hate when the teacher tries to stare you down. Like a dog before it attacks. Jackson... if that was his real name, sat down. I could see him staring at me through the corner of his eyes. He looked so evil!

Halfway through the lesson Jackson stood up again. He walked over and pushed me out of my seat. He sat down in it yelling, 'Victory Is Mine!' Oh how I wanted to punch him.
"Ha,ha! Your such a loser! Elmo!" That was the last time someone was ever going to call me that in my life. I stood up at punched him. He fell to the ground, followed by a thump! I was shocked. What did I just do? I grabbed my backpack and ran! I heard the teacher yelling but I just kept on running. Fustrated I kept on running. After a long minute of deciding what I should do, I ran on home.

Opening the door my mother turned around to stare at me.
"Emilio? What are you doing home so early? Especially on your first day of school." She walked over and put her arm around me.
"I got bullied... From the moment I stepped on the bus that stupid Jackson kid, had to bully me!!" Tears started to form and my eyes began to swell up.
"Oh my stars! Emilio I'm so sorry" She pulled me into a hug. Under her arm was my head.
"I punched him Mom.." I burried my head into her arm deeper and her grip got tighter.
"You what Emilio?" Mother sounded so worried.
"I said I punched him mom, he called me Elmo! I promised myself that, that would be the last time someone would say that." I cried. After five long minutes she told me to get some rest. I nodded and walked to my room. Crying I lay on my bed and cry myself to sleep. Oh how my pillow was soaked with tears but I didn't care.