All Chapters of When the bully falls in love : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

‘‘Calm down, someone will get to hear us,’’ a male voice called out as it laughed deeply in a heavy masculine voice.‘‘What no, no one can hear u, we are at the furthest corner of the school, I could scream for all I want,’’ a lady voice that was awfully familiar called out.The excitement in the voices was evident as they came closer. I looked around for a place to hide. The trees around weren’t too being for me to hide behind them. They were tall and slim which only meant that I would be more than visible behind them. If I decided to sprint to another corner, it would be too late. They would have spotted me already.The male voice wasn’t Vince or the bullies that I knew about. Did he send different scouts, or were they the thieves who stole my clothes.‘‘How dare you look down on thieves when you are the grand one, remember Sandra’s clothes, the washing soap, this is karma kissing you hard and fast,’’ my subconscious warned and laughed at me.No person could ever be sane when differ

My favorite and worse bells were the ones that rung at lunch time. For one I would get a chance to savor the sweet taste of food in case the bullies forgot about my existence for a short while and decoded t live and concentrate on their lives for once. The best parts of my lifer were always spent eating, with my mouth stuffed with food as juices dripped down my throat towards my digestive truck. The other happy parts were spent when I was sleeping and dreaming of no one in particular. Dreaming of no one and nothing as dear sleep took me to wonderlands I had never visited before.After the science teacher had finished his glory speech about potassium symbol being K, and advising me to take ten minutes of my time at the hallways and school gate every day to study the chemical symbols on the wall, the bell rung. It was a huge sigh for me, because finally I would stop feeling stupid and at least start feeling better.The hallways were crowded as usual and I matched towards my locker on th

‘‘What is going on here?’’ the principal asked as he made his way trough the crowd of students.Wea all stepped aside and I looked down as he passed next to me so he could not remember my face and laugh loudly.‘‘Step aside, can you all stop gathering here like uncivilized people,’’ he added as he entered the clearing.‘‘Sir, I have been, I…’’ Ryan pretended as he began introducing himself, as a prefect, the fakeness of his speech was what awed me the most. Why did people find it so easy to pretend. One could go ahead to pretend so much, so much to an extent that they forget about their real identity or selves.Or perhaps like a famous writer and orator I couldn’t remember placed it, most of the time, the lies people tell, reveal more about them than the truth. Funny.The fight was still on of course. No one was ready to conceded to admit that they were finally defeated. Vince drugged Cage towards the wall as Cage pulled him back attempting to lift his weigh in a commando move and du

I frowned in disdain and disgust as I watched the pathetic staged attempt to get attention by the two. Everyone was smiling, laughing, clapping and blowing kisses in the air at them, except I. The last time I checked, Sasha was a good swimmer, she had an athletic body that blended that moved fast inside water, she didn’t even need to try her frame automatically floated. Th moment they reached the stairs, Vince Carried Sasha by the waist and placed her on top of the highest stair case before doing a low curtsy and salute to the swimming teacher. ‘‘Can you all clap for him,’’ she ordered as everyone did. ‘‘I must say I am impressed, we haven’t reached that part of the topic and lessons yet, but he is already ahead of you, keep it up young man, ‘’ she added. ‘‘Let’s all emulate the good example and conduct displayed by him.’’ She was now overdoing it, overpraising the fake duo. ‘‘I think they suck,’’ I whispered at Barbra. ‘‘Yeah, I do too,’’ she replied and we giggled silently. I

sometimes it feels like my whole life is a tragic story, a tragic sad story that people are watching in front of the televisions and theatres to have fun. for fan. masking fan of my predicaments and everything about me. “are you even listening,” barbra cried. “uh what was it, “ i attempted to make up for being absent minded the entire time she was in the middle of telling me a whole big story. “nothing,” she replied obviously pissed off. living inside my head was an art that i had mastered, an art i had perfected everyday of the year. i could be physically resent, but mentally absent. it was an art you adopted and perfected when you didn’t want to live anymore. when you didn’t acre, have stopped caring, have given up and are done with trying. “by the way, i meant to tell you,” she coughed. tell me what? i asked pretending to be curious at whatever she wanted to tell me. i wasn’t used to people hanging around me the whole day, lest of all, people whispering above my shoulder the