My face hit the locker like a bouncy ball hit the ground. "Never one up me." the boy said to me as he straighten his letterman's jacket and walked away. I sighed and ground my stuff scattered on the floor like it was liquid trying to run away. I quickly panicked I could not be late for english, Once I collected my last paper I run like I was going to be struck by lighting.  

           The door was just a few inches away from me until, 'ring', great the final bell. I run in and sat in the last available seat in the back. "Welcome class to your collage level english  class." a woman said to the class, she had very curly  brown hair with hazel baby blue eyes, and a dress so tight even sweat can not get through. She was basically that slutty teacher who slept with all the male teachers teacher. "I am Miss.Thronesmarry and this year will be fun." She said with a smile as she handed out our first assessment. 

           As she bent down to give each student the paper her boobs look like they can pop out of the dress at any second, I mean are they real or did she get a boob job from that sketchy hobo beside the diner, what was his name was it scare like the loin king or something I do not know. As soon as she got to me I smiled the most cheesiest smile and  grabbed the papers, this was going to be a great class. "This is a project that will take you the whole semester to finish up, as it is worth the same as your final." She tweeted like a bird, for a teacher who is teaching us a collage level class she can be an airhead some times. I just slouched back in the chair and looked over the assessment. 'Fairy tales and real life.' it read across the top, I was so confused as I looked up to see the teacher talk about taking role, watch she forgets my name, everyone dose like ever teacher does. " Arthur Abit" she started making her way down the list. 

    "Luna Zee" the last name was called. Well she did it, she missed my name, what is it with this school. "Anyone I missed?" she looked up from her clip board. I rose my hand faster then a speeding bullet train. "Yes and who are you?" She asked me clueless, honestly I should have not really be that mean in fact everyone has asked me that. "I'm Storm Dooley" I said coldly, I did not care at this moment I just wanted to leave this class room. "Storm, Storm, yes here you are, I must have missed that." she said as she checked of that I was here. "Just like your bra." I blurted out, everyone at this moment was just staring at me, one gave me a look that people give when they know that you will die.  " That attitude will not be tolarated mis. Dooley." she said giving me the worst ever glance, she was pissed at me. "Just like your boobs." I whispered ever so softly. Thank god she did not noticed or my ass would be expelled in a heart beat. 

   The whole class I just sat there not making another sound, I just wanted to be free from this so much. Once the final bell rang I just left, I grabbed my stuff and just left, as I did that I say the teacher get out a flask from the bottom drawer. I wander why she did have it here, here where she can get fried just for even having that in the parking lot. I walked down the hall quickly has I could to get to lunch. 

       Lunch was one of the many names to call this block, for me I call it the animal planet. The jocks are a bears, the cheerleaders were gazelles, the nerds were the squirrels, the outcasts were the insects and I'm a llama. I'm just grazing around I mean I was more of alone then the out casters, they were still too badass to even be with me. I walked through the doors and grazed until I found a table that had no one, even though it had a sticky spot I did not care this second. I did not want any one or thing waste my time. As I got out my salad I felt a sticky thing that was cold and milky. I was milked .

       Milked is when someone gets the biggest cup fills it with sift serve and just pour it on top of someones head, it was that barbaric. I heard a few laughs fill around I was not going down with out a fight, I was done with the world and these meat heads just might need a little sizzle. "Hey!" I said as I turned to see the head football player, he was a kicker so like legit no big deal but hey he's captan now. "Oh sorry I did not know you were a person, I thought you were the trash. I swear their jokes get more dumber then a bag of rocks. "Why do you just get your preschool classes and get the fuck out of here." I screamed and the whole cafeteria went so quiet you could just here a pin drop.

  He laughed and come up close to me. "My names storm and I'm not afraid of going tornado on your ass." I told him as I picked up the second soft serve he was probably going to throw at a dweb but his ass deserved it. "You would not dare." He said in a voice that will said a chill down your spine if you had one. I did not say anything but just poured that sugary, high calories, milk, and fat down on his head, It felt honestly pretty well until he slapped me, right really lady's man right? He slapped me and looked at me, it was the last straw. "That's it." I swift kicked him to the nuts and flipped him over, my best work so far. I quickly started a crowed they were all cheering. "Storm Thunder and Lighting!" they kept repeating, so much for keeping a low profile for my last year. 

     "Storm Dalton Dooley to the office right now." I heard a voice out of no where. The crowd quickly died down and parted to the sound of the voice. The figure walked out, he was skinny and lanky but is tall as he has brown eyes with speaks of pure hazel, yep the hottest male teacher every girl sways for. I looked down and saw the guy I kicked in pain holding his junk, I could not help but just laugh, in my head of course cause if I laughed right now, good bye collage. I got my stuff and ran to the office, as I got closer I knew my ass was going to be handed to me on a plate. 

   "You kicked a male student in the nuts and then flipped him over just because he milked you?" The head master said to me. I could not believe he just said, it has been going on for years the pain. I just sat there looking at him, just in silence. He flipped papers in my file and looked up at me. "Do you have short temper, should I make appointments to see the school counselor?" he said as he reached for the phone. "It has been going on for years." I finally blurted out. He jumped back in his seat like I just shot him in the heart. "You can not just make false stories to ignore the fact." he told me coldly. I got up and collected my stuff, today was just not my day . 

     "The pain has been happening ever since the first day of freshman year, he has been slamming me into lockers, Milking me, dropping my books, trying to rape me last year and this is the help I get, why have you guys not done anything!" it felt so good to say that. He looked at me puzzled like I was speaking in pig latin. "You know for a school   who says they have a policy to protect students  and have a zero policy in bulling is you just ignore it, well look at it maybe one day if you stop it less teen suicides will happen." I  walked up and just left the school, I got in my car and just drove. I think that first day was my last.