CHAPTER TWO
"VERY INTERESTING," MR. BECKLY COMMENTED WITH HUMOR IN HIS voice. I felt a thrill of excitement as he reached for a light yellow folder on his desk- the folder in which he put very well-written poems so he could send them to a publisher.
Rrrrrring! Rrrrrring!
"Saved by the bell," sneered Melissa as Mr.Beckly dismissed the English class.
"I'll consider your poem for the newspaper!" he called happily as I exited the classroom. "That was a good piece talent; almost none of my students do that well on my assignments. Class, I'll grade your papers and give them to you in the morning!" he chuckled as he prepped his books for the last class.
I ducked under a burly boy's arm and hurried to my locker. But who had to follow me there? Of course, Number One in the Mean Girls Who Bully Others for Breakfest League, Melissa Knockpunch. Or at least that's what us bullied people call her, because her real last name is Graplace.
So, anyway, Ms. Knockpunch followed me to my locker. "Your poem was horrible," she taunted, grabbing her schoolbag and extracting blush power from it, which she dabbed heavily on her face, casting me a cruel look that reflected off her mirror. That spoiled little diva. "It was so bad a chicken could've wrote it. Mr. Beckly only chose yours for the school and the community newspaper because of your cute little face." Then she stuck out her tounge and continued with her makeup, now applying a thick layer of pink lipstick, and talked some more. "I'm the best in the year, and you know it."
Her last words were smug, but I could sense fury behind them. "Best in the year at bullying, more like," I muttered, swinging my bag over my shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Knockpunch, I'd love to stay and let you insult me some more, but I have to go do my drawing lessons. See ya later. Not."
Melissa looked completely shocked at my hateful comment. Then her face switched from shock to cold aggressiveness. "Well, I hope you enjoy your drawing lessons. Not."
"Sure," I snapped back, walking away from her. "We're learning how to draw snakes, you know." I added icily.
Melissa's gaze harden. I knew why. She loved snakes, probably because she was just as mean as they were. Great. Just another reason for her to hate and bully me.
I continued strolling down the hallway. No one greeted or gave me a farewell as I left. I didn't have a friend at this place, except Mr. Beckly, but he was more of a father figure. Sometimes I even wondered if he was my father, but I knew it was impossible. I already had a father, and a mother, who cared for me. I did have a crush, named Drew Johnson, and I had a feeling he liked me a bit too.
Suddenly, a car pulled up at the curb of the school sidewalk. The door was flung open, and a large man clambered out. I screamed as he whipped out a trash bag and flung it over me, devouring me in complete and total darkness.
