Please, let me know if I should continue this novel. I don’t know if it is going anywhere. It’s only a start but I think of it as a prompt, just in case I decide to actually continue it.
My eyes watered as a smack landed on my face, the loud noise echoing in the air like a clap of thunder. My body turned from the slap, making me fall to the school hallway on my arse.
I didn't look up at my attacker, knowing full well that if I did, then I would get a lot more than a tap to the face.
It seemed that everything that I did made my personal bully hostile. If I even looked in her general direction, she would admit energy that Lucifer Morningstar would be proud of.
She's not the devil, Jamie.
That sure won't stop me from thinking it though.
I smiled at my thoughts slightly but as soon as the muscles moved, I immediately regretted it.
I slowly looked up into the face of Amanda Portly and recoiled in surprise when she grabbed me by my collar.
I didn't miss the rip it made in the fabric.
I had, strangely enough, become apathetic to whatever Amanda wanted to do to me. Not because I enjoyed being slapped and man-handled by the slut but because it wouldn't get me anywhere except for feeling sorry for myself.
I let her do whatever the hell she wanted until she got sick and tired of it and let me go on my merry little way.
It didn't mean that I was completely indifferent to the abuse made by my classmate. Sometimes, I would have a good cry in the bathroom to make up for it.
And what a good cry it is.
I sighed and waited for Amanda to back hand me again and watched as her minions laughed at me behind their master.
Did any of these girls have a conscious?
Did they get off on my pain?
I shook my head again and my heart leaped in my chest when I heard a shout.
"What the hell is going on here?"
My saviour was a Professor— the Biology Professor to be exact.
Amanda's sickly sweet voice floated amongst everyone and I couldn't help the shiver of disgust that formed in my stomach at the sound. "Oh, well I was helping Jamie up. She had an unfortunate accident."
"Well, get a move on now. You'll miss class," said the Professor, "Miss... Brooks, is it?"
The Professor approached me and Amanda released her hold on my arm— that she had quickly maneuvered to— when she had heard the Professor's voice.
"Yes, Professor." My voice came out as more of a whisper than anything else.
"Where did you get that red mark on your cheek?" asked the Professor.
I looked up at Amanda and the glare that I received promised even more pain if I told the Professor what had happened.
"I fell on my face, sir," I said.
The Professor gave me an exasperated look and shook his head.
"To class, the lot of you," said the Professor finally.
You don't have to tell me twice.
I brushed myself off, not once looking in Amanda's direction and made my way to class.
The entire class found Amanda glaring daggers into my skull.
It seemed that her favourite thing was trying to make me uncomfortable. Sometimes I think she has a crush on me.
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, it evaporated like smoke.
Amanda Portly wasn't capable of feeling anything, let alone the feelings of forming a crush.
It wasn't even 40 minutes later that the class ended and I could feel someone following behind me as I exited the classroom.
Two guesses who that could be.
I tried to stay where there were a lot of people because Amanda wasn't as aggressive when she had an audience. The exception for her lovely minions.
It didn't work out as I planned though as a hand slammed down onto my shoulder and I was pushed inside a broom closet.
"Let's see how you hold up while being locked in here."
But as soon as what she said had fully registered in my mind, I began to panic.
This was a low blow if I ever saw one. Amanda knew very well what such small spaces did to me. It wasn't as bad when the door remained open, but closed as well as locked? Just thinking about it made me hyperventilate.
"Come on, Amanda... please, this is just cruel. You know that I can't deal with small spaces." I began to lose hope as Amanda made for the door. I followed behind her frantically, trying to get past her but she pushed me down to the floor, the broom handle falling on top of me.
"Have fun," said the she-devil as she closed the door.
"Amanda... this isn't funny, Amanda!" My heart rate picked up and I banged on the door for someone to help me but nobody came. I slid down the door, hopeless and with no idea of what to do.
That was when I began to cry, salty tears hit the atmosphere as I rocked back and forth on the floor.
This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happe—
My internal panic was abruptly cut off when a noise pierced my ears. It was loud but as soon as I adjusted to it, I began to hear singing.
I squinted my eyes as a bright luminous light entered the small space and my mouth went agape as I watched it slowly open until the light settled.
What was left made me nearly panic again.
Why the hell is there a freakin' portal in here?
I stopped, my mouth clacking closed as I peered into the void. My curiosity getting the better of me as I got closer and closer until I reluctantly pushed my head through the unusual phenomenon.
Maybe I'm imagining this.
There is no way my head is sticking through a magical portal where I can see a forest.
There were a few beats of silence before I flung back through the very real portal and stuck myself to the broom closet door, screaming at the top of my lungs.
