Limitless

Chapter 1: The power that young blood holds The power that young blood holds I felt empowered, energized and ready for school when I woke up this morning. I get out of bed as early as 7 a.m., wash my teeth, dance to the beat of my stereo because I'm so thrilled about what's about to happen, fix my hair, and do the adolescents' skin routine. I opened my closet and began to consider what to wear; I tried on a dress but it seemed too formal for the first day of class, so I switched to jeans and other dresses before finally opting for my uniform when I realized it was the first day of class. I looked for my favorite watch and wore it I get my bag and was ready to go downstairs. My parents are now ready to go for work so I just kissed them goodbye and had my breakfast. The school bus arrives and I hop in. I was seated at the window so I opened it to feel the wind it was so cold and pampering. Students were everywhere having loud conversations with their friends and here I am trying to look for a friend who is from the senior years. I was about to go to the senior department when someone grabbed me. All my excitement faded and all I can feel now was nervousness. It was the senior bullies. They were mocking me and telling me that I am cute and hot. I was so afraid. So afraid. “Freshies, are so fresh.” The bully said and I was so scared of them. They might do nasty things to me. I don’t want it to happen on this first day of the school year. I saw a familiar face it was from my classmate. A guy who is quiet and has always been a subject to bullying too, I know him too well he is kind at our classroom from last school year but here he is now about to film me. He looks terrified and does not want what he was doing but a spear is pointed at him, he can’t do anything just like me. He holds the phone and can’t focus it on me. “Come on just do it.” They scared him to film me. They even pointed sharp objects on his neck which makes a small scratch from that he, holds the phone and focus it on me. He is trembling and I am here crying. Crying for help, asking for someone to be here for a moment, the guard or a teacher or even a student, I am praying but no one listened. They told me to undress so I did. I did that for me not to get hurt for they are pointing a sharp object at me, I am so scared. But I do not want what they are doing at me. I feel so dirty, useless, and awful. They are sexualizing me. And this innocent guy is filming me. I hate them all. I hate them very much. I was just an ordinary high school freshie trying my best to have a cool high school experience, not a disgusting one. I hate them all, I want to be out of this. “Saved.” They said so I started to get my things up. Still crying, I do not know how did I end up like this. I feel so dirty, I feel awful. But the bullies are laughing, they are like won a game, They are cool and I hate it! I was about to move out of the old building when the bully pulled me. I get scared again. “Tell Samantha to date me, or else I’ll post this.” He said blackmailing me. I bite my lower lip not so sure of what he is commanding, I am not Samantha’s friend. I look at them and they gave me an angry look seems like warning me. I just nodded. Even though I do not how can I approach Samantha, she hated me the most. She does not want to befriend me. How could my high school turn into this? The guy a while ago was so guilty but he is tongue-tied. He can’t speak nor say sorry for what he did. He may be scared of them too, just like me. I went to the comfort room to fix myself and put on a little makeup. I want to cover up the dirty things that happened to me a while ago. I cried before entering my classroom, as I entered the room, I pretended that nothing has happened. I started to make friends with my classmates again and have some chitchats with them. At lunch, I treat them to make them stay with me. In the afternoon I tried to approach Samantha to befriend her. “Bitch.” That’s what she told me and walk away. The other day I still tried to approach her. To ask her if she can date the bully. She never agreed with me. “Sam, have you eaten lunch? Let’s eat together I’ll treat you.” I said with a wide smile, she smiled back and even hugged me. “Aw, my pleasure love. Let’s have lunch together.” She said that made me happy. “Um, I already ordered for us, it was your favorite. Can you just wait for me there?” “Hm, yes, what table?” “45th I will just go to the office to past my assignment I forgot to give to Ms. De Castro a while ago,” I told her. “Alright, I’ll wait for you then, love. Thanks for the treat.” She said and hugged me again. I was so happy because finally, I can make this as perfect timing to grant the wish of the bully, I hope he will be happy and will just let me live my normal high school life. I do not want to get bullied again, it is scary, hurtful, and sad. The next day I found myself getting dragged to the old house inside the campus. Samantha is pulling my hair and I am crying out loud. She is so mad at me. “Who told you that I can date that i***t!” she shouted at me and slap me hard. I just cried. I only wanted to be free from that bully why can’t they help me. “That i***t is a piece of s**t. An asshole and how dare you to plan a blind date for me and that guy.” “It was a big shame!” she shouted again. “Now, I’ll punish you for what you have done to me!” she shouted and poured the all-purpose flour all over my head. “I think it is good to bake some cookies.” They said and hit me with eggs, even gave me vanilla. It was so disgusting but I can’t do anything but cry. I feel so dirty again, literally. I hate it here. I do not want to enter my class in the afternoon, I just stayed in the comfort room crying. After the class, I get my bag in our classroom and went home. Mom and dad were not there. But they promised to take me home a treat. I wish I have someone here at home, or even a shoulder to lean on. I cried while I was showering, even when I ordered food for dinner. Our maid is on their vacation so I have no one here. I only have myself. I cried as I fall asleep. The next day got worsen, the bully posted my vid on the online school platform, everyone is disgusted at me. They hated me now. I want to die at the moment, I want to end my life. It was sucked anyway. I saw some friends that I made before staring and looking at me with a disgusted face, they hated me. When I was just forced to do that thing. It was not a single video but multiple videos some are I am pleasuring myself because that is what the bully wanted me to do. Those videos were since the last school year and they posted it now, I did what they wanted me to do before why they can’t stand with their words? They are awful but I feel dirty. All the people I once helped, I listened to their problems were now disgusted, with what they have seen. They were now judging me. They are talking s**t, they hated me. They are all monsters now. I can’t look at them anymore. I can’t help but cry. I can’t control my feelings it was all bursting out. I am the friendly girl in school the one you can lean on. The person you can cry on. I am the friend for all, a friend who is always available, always making time to help others. I did everything to keep them and they are now away. They hated me and they look at me as a trash. “Weak!” My classmate shouted at me. “Useless!” My classmate pushed me on the wall. The other one gets the pipe and hits me with it. It was raining I am here on the rooftop. After my night class, I was then brought here by my classmates. All I want was to live a bully-free high school life. I don’t want to be hurt. They were laughing while I am drowning with my blood, they are happy seeing me miserable. Their happiness was my agony. How could I finish my studies, when everyone was degrading me? Why am I treated this way? “Stupid b***h, Ms. Santos.” My classmate shouted at my face and gave me a hard slap. I am not stupid, I needed help, I just want some friends. I want friends… The next day become like the other day, I saw people giving me disgusting looks and hates. They are throwing their trash at me. When I have my lunch while I was eating they put their empty plate on my plate, I just cried. And bought new food for myself to eat. While I was walking in the hallway someone pushed me and did not even say sorry to me. When I get back to the room I saw my classmates writing something on my bag, I run on to them to get my bag. That was a gift! I cried when I saw it was cut, it was ruined. I run out to the room all the way out from the school. I was crying hard when I am on my way home, doesn't really want to go home since the classes were not done yet. But I want to take some rest I want to hug my mom. The moment I called her was made me feel so alone. "Mom," I said, keeping myself sound fine and trying so hard not to stutter. I made it but I just got a loud shout from her. "My goodness daughter! I am at an important meeting and you are calling me! Don't you have manners? Baby, it’s class time and why are you using your phone? Let's talk later when I get home!" She shouted at me through the phone and she ended it immediately. I cried for feeling the guilt, it must be a very important meeting with her most important client. I might ruin her winning talks. So I decided to call dad. But he is out of coverage, maybe on busy work as well. I am all alone and I do not know what to think anymore. the, I ended up walking towards the seaside. I buy my favorite ice cream and even brought new clothes from the department store, I left my uniform in the garbage bin. I have my dad's card that's why I am confident spending his money. I am wearing a cute white dress and a pair of sandals. So perfect, I even put on small makeup. I cried when I saw my reflection on the clear ocean. It is soothing, it seems like it will lessen the burden I am feeling. It feels like the ocean water's hug is all I need. I wiped my tears and look upon the sky. I cried louder remembering what my classmates did to me from the very start. Putting all the blame on me when the science lab almost got burned because of my classmate. Being called relationship wrecker. Slapping hard. Giving me names that because they hated the way I dress, got sexualized because of my body figures. Getting harassed and almost got poisoned because I can't smell my food. I cried again, harder. I step on the rock, spread my arms, and jump on the ocean. I am crying until I am trying so hard to have oxygen, I didn't even know how to swim so it pained me. Remembering the only person who loved me unconditionally. "I'll die happy, instead of living a hurtful life." *** I'll die happy, instead of living a hurtful life. That is the end of the movie I was watching. I just shrugged the movie was great but I need to prepare for my class. I am now a high school student I will be going to the school now. Our class will start at 10 it was still 8 in the morning so I decided to fix my bed and room before going to the bathroom to take a bath. As I glanced at the wall clock I it was pass nine so I prepared myself. I wear my school uniform and made sure that everything is in there. “Don’t worry too much.” Dad told me as he saw me sighing in front of the mirror, it will be my first time to enter high school and it not home schooled anymore. I did know why did they decided to enroll me, maybe to gain some experiences outside. “Yes dad,” I answered and get my bag. It is my first day to enter a school, I know a school but I do not how was the living there, how the teacher treats the student and how do to make friends. I am kind of afraid to meet people too, I am not so prepared of what the other students might do to me, it is my first time here in the Isaac’s When I am at the pavilion I saw mom there holding on her tablet, and watching the latest news. I gave her a smile and said that I am going to the school. “I am going to the school now mom, but I am kind of afraid to meet other people,” I said honestly. I do not actually know how can I react but it seems like I needed to be myself just today. Just this phase of my life. “I believe in the brainpower you hold.” My mom told me, but I felt like it was a threat. I don’t feel the sincerity but a threat seems like she is giving me an order to make good grades, have a lot of title in the school, that I should make a name not just a bare minimum student who only wanted to enjoy their teenage years. It was a bit stranger to hear such compliments from her. But still thankful. That is what I felt. But not enough to make me feel alright. I went to walk to the garage and I saw my dad’s driver, he sent me to the school but I asked him to just drop me nearby. He agreed and promised to take his look on me. While walking towards the school I can see eyes on me, I am not afraid but rather I feel confident for the attention I was getting. So this how a school feel. There are people will stare at me and they will get intimidated looks. Well I heard from my mom that being in the school council would be great, so getting this attention will be my privilege. I wanted a position in this school. So as early as the class started, I start to make myself known by using my intelligence not pleasing everyone, I heard their wows whenever I answer a difficult question. Well I am done with those math problems in my elementary. I become well known in the academe so my next goal is to be well known in the sports activities. I joined the opening quiz bee which is designed only for the seniors. And I got the highest score. It was a great achievement and pleasure. We had preliminary exams for us to know what section we could belong and only Me Thylane Santos and the other 17 students get it into the 1st section. Our teacher was now looking forward for my ability. Great bait! Well I can now easily get into the position I was longing to have, It excites me. Student council president! Such as great name for me. The first week of our school was cool and easy for me the subject were basic to understand it doesn’t even gave me sweats. Well being home schooled from my early age may gave me the advancements. I had an advanced reading about the topic so I always got the recitations, we had a debate on the third week of classes and I won, the seniors are good speakers of English but they can not articulate good stand for the debate. In the same week, they told every student that we will be having to elect new officers for the school student council so I presented and nominated myself. No one dares to object to me because they all knew that I deserves the position. Yes, I know it I deserved it and I like the thrill of being in the position. I got whatever I want, I will make a better school year for all of us, and I will stand for the students who needed my help, even I would need to face the elders, faculty, staffs or even the dean. When I won, the school will definitely witness how a homeschooled student turn this school into a fruitful and great among other schools. Thylane Santos a high school freshie, will make this school taste the triumphaty. “Now they will witness the power that a young blood hold.” ***