The bell rang, the class has started. About 2 minutes pass by before I hear the door open, It was Randy, late, as usual. He sat down not caring he was late for the fifth time in a row which means lunch detention for him. He doesn’t care if he gets lunch detention, he has seen worse. Today we had a test and of course, I had studied all week for it. I finished within about 15 minutes and I gracefully got up and handed in my test early like usual. I would always get those side looks as I did this as if to say “Wow what a shocker”, or “Ugh, again,” But these look did not bother me. Randy gave me the worst looks of all, now those looks, those looks bothered me, it was like he was staring right into my soul like he was stabbing me or strangling me with his eyes. The bell rang and everyone left. I then set off to second period English. I feel something hit my head hard. I turn around to see a metal can. Randy, of course, he threw it. “Can you not”, I shoot back “Shut up your forehead is bigger than your future”. This set everyone around me laughing, I felt so embarrassed, so I just ran to English.
English was just a silent reading period, and my next class was study hall where I finished the Algebra homework I had just gotten. Fourth period was band. I went to the music room and grabbed my trumpet and my music. Like usual greeted the band teacher and sat down. We first warmed up with our scales then started to play the band song we were working on. As I was playing I felt pencils hitting the back of my head. “Throw another one”, I hear them whisper. Then all of a sudden I feel a trombone hit me in the neck. “Ouch!” I exclaim. Laughter is all I heard. I turn around and, who is it? None other than Randy and one of his friends. After class, I feel another pencil hit me in the back of my head. “Stop it you Neanderthal!” I shoot back. “I can’t hear you, I’m up here,” Randy says. He is almost a foot taller than I am. Laughter was all I heard. “ please just stop!” I exclaim “Do you hear that? It’s the sound of no one caring.” Randy shoots back More laughter. That was it, Randy had tormented me enough these past few years, every time he is around me everyone seems to be laughing at me, mocking me. What I did next, I will regret for the rest of my life. My heart pounded as I grabbed my trumpet and swung. I’ve never hit something so hard in my life. I could have aimed for any body part I wanted but the first thing I saw was his horrible face, mocking me which made my blood boil. Everyone around me is yelling, some frozen in shock others panicking. “OMG, IS THAT BLOOD?” One yelled. I look up at Randy, blood, that’s all I saw. It was gushing out his face like a spewing volcano. There across his cheek was a rather large and deep gash. I look at my trumpet, I had hit him with a screw sticking out of the trumpet, and my trumpet was covered in blood and what I hoped was not flesh. I felt like throwing up as I looked at my right hand which was covered in his blood. Randy yells me, some words that I’d rather not say, then he yells for the teacher to come. He was covering his gash trying to stop the blood from flowing out of it. The Band teacher comes running and so did other teachers that were close by, all with shocked looks on their faces. One calls an ambulance, another grabs Randy, and the school assistant principal looks at me, then at my trumpet, then at me again, then at my hand, then at me again. He then grabs me and says in an awful raspy voice “Come with me Nerdorskin.”