Do I have to be as he is for him to notice me? (A Green Day Story), chapter 1
All day the same thing; being pushed around over and over and over again. The guy I liked was there too, helping. He thought of it as funny to see people shoving me out of the way, cutting in line at lunch, and tripping me. Or at least he did until it happened to him.
*Flash back*
I walked to the stairs and looked down and around me before heading down. Lately everytime I walked down the stairs someone would come up behind me and shove me down. I've still got a large purple bruise on my knee and a cut on my other. No one like me because I was the "new kid," which wasn't fair to me, but, who ever said that middle school was fair? Not me, that's for sure.
I walked down the stairs quickly, because I heard steps. As I turned around to see who it was I almost slipped on a piece of paper on the steps. To keep myself standing I grabbed hold of the railing, almost falling again. I had my foot out a little to keep my balance, and, apparently, it was too much. Billie Joe came down the stairs and tripped, landing pretty much on his face. He got up and glared at me, looking away.
"I, I'm sorry." I said, trying to get him to listen. "Hey, sorry..." I said as he ran off down the stairs again, only to trip over someone else that was planning on tripping me. Who else but me?
"You idiot," Billie growled.
"Duuude, why were you running? I told you I'd be here."
"Yeah, and ya expect me to listen? No, since when has anyone listened to you?You're just a... never mind." He turned away and walked off toward the commons. Why's he so mean to everyone, I wanted to ask, but there was no one to listen to me.
"Why'd you have to be so slow?" the guy asked as he faced me.
"It's not my fault. Why does everyone blame me for this?! I haven't done anything to deserve it yet." He looked at me and smiled.
"Because, you're the new kid." and he walked away.
*End of flash back*
That's how it'd been since that day. And Billie Joe, he hasn't been as bad, not since he tripped. He moved out of my way and came down the stairs slowly. I think he got hurt a bit more than he showed, because he's been holding his arm a lot lately. I feel bad, but I can't tell him that, he'll think I'm weird, and a softy. I can't be that this year, I can't be like I was last year. I have to be like him to be accepted, and that will be hard. He plays guitar in a band, and he is lead singer, that'll be impossible to reach. I have to do things his way, forgetting about mine.
*Flash back*
I walked to the stairs and looked down and around me before heading down. Lately everytime I walked down the stairs someone would come up behind me and shove me down. I've still got a large purple bruise on my knee and a cut on my other. No one like me because I was the "new kid," which wasn't fair to me, but, who ever said that middle school was fair? Not me, that's for sure.
I walked down the stairs quickly, because I heard steps. As I turned around to see who it was I almost slipped on a piece of paper on the steps. To keep myself standing I grabbed hold of the railing, almost falling again. I had my foot out a little to keep my balance, and, apparently, it was too much. Billie Joe came down the stairs and tripped, landing pretty much on his face. He got up and glared at me, looking away.
"I, I'm sorry." I said, trying to get him to listen. "Hey, sorry..." I said as he ran off down the stairs again, only to trip over someone else that was planning on tripping me. Who else but me?
"You idiot," Billie growled.
"Duuude, why were you running? I told you I'd be here."
"Yeah, and ya expect me to listen? No, since when has anyone listened to you?You're just a... never mind." He turned away and walked off toward the commons. Why's he so mean to everyone, I wanted to ask, but there was no one to listen to me.
"Why'd you have to be so slow?" the guy asked as he faced me.
"It's not my fault. Why does everyone blame me for this?! I haven't done anything to deserve it yet." He looked at me and smiled.
"Because, you're the new kid." and he walked away.
*End of flash back*
That's how it'd been since that day. And Billie Joe, he hasn't been as bad, not since he tripped. He moved out of my way and came down the stairs slowly. I think he got hurt a bit more than he showed, because he's been holding his arm a lot lately. I feel bad, but I can't tell him that, he'll think I'm weird, and a softy. I can't be that this year, I can't be like I was last year. I have to be like him to be accepted, and that will be hard. He plays guitar in a band, and he is lead singer, that'll be impossible to reach. I have to do things his way, forgetting about mine.
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