Pwincess Emma

Almost a fine day..

 Emma’s POV:

Two weeks have passed since the start of this school year and nothing different happened. My favorite time of the day is lunch time at school, I could get free foods thanx to my scholarship paying all the fees. I like to spend my free time at the greenhouse but unfortunately, it’s the same place where our principle spends his free time too! so I attend to avoid being there with him at the same time. Not that I’m doing anything wrong or that I’m afraid being caught breaking rules. It’s just…the principle is quit intimidating. 

Everyone in my school seem to mind their own business, and almost all of the teachers are nice except for the PE teacher Mrs. Miller. I don’t hate her or hate sports or exercising, but ONE  Mrs. Miller take her class too serious, and TWO  It’s the main class for bullies to manage hurt their prey and pretend it was simply an innocent mistake. 

It did happen today, Mark one of the basketball team member was obviously bullying another slim and short student who later I came to know his name is Ian. We were running on the track field and Mark and another friend of his kept knocking Ian whenever they pass him or punch him when the teacher is not looking. 

I felt really bad for Ian but I couldn’t do anything to really help him, I didn’t want to be their next prey or worse the whole school prey. So, I waited for the class to end and then I got out a juice I had kept in my bag from lunch to have it as dinner in case Mr. Travis went all crazy on us again. I went to look for Ian and I found him sitting at one of the benches away from the male’s bathrooms. I guess he did it to avoid the extra punches he might have if he was alone inside there.

I went straight to him, gave him the juice silently, and without saying anything I walked away from him. I know I’m not being brave, but the last time I acted so bravely everything and everyone turned against me including the person whom I defended. So, I didn’t have the courage to help Ian but I didn’t want to ignore him too, like the others did. 

He did seem surprised, but he didn’t say anything to stop me or even thank me. I didn’t mind thought, I didn’t do it to get thanked for it or to have this pleasing feeling of helping others. I just thought that sometimes small actions bring happiness to others, and he had it bad enough, Everyone deserve to feel happy. 

“EMMA YOU FILTH GET YOUR UGLY ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!!” said Mr. Travis knocking me out of my thoughts. It’s almost 11pm and I’m sure everyone is sleeping by now, what does he possibly want from me? 

I didn’t have time to think before my room door opened violently shaking the earth. There stood Mr. Travis looking furious as if I killed him without him knowing. I stood up right away hand behind my back, head straight but my eyes looking at the grounds. this is how Mr. Travis define ‘polite standing posture’ as. 

One swift look at his read cheeks and I knew what this all about already, it’s not like this is happening for the first time. just like I guessed, Mr. Travis pulled a good amount of my hair in his hand dragging me behind him until we reached downstairs. 

I started to feel my breath quicken and my hands shaken. No matter how many times this happen, I would still feel so scared. Without giving me reasons or letting me explain anything (because there isn’t really any reason why he ever does this) he stared beating me green and purple. And I just sat there receiving all the punches and kicks wondering for the millionth time WHY? Why he would pick me every time he needed a punching bag to release his anger and stress on. I’m the most obedient person I ever knew! 

The worst part about this, is that your body start getting used to the pain and now I don’t even pass out. I literally have to feel every painful punch he throws at me.

Thankfully he stopped only to throw some cash at my beaten-up body lying on the cold grounds, asking me to buy him cigarettes. Despite my sore body I got up so fast, grabbed the cash and run out the door before he changes his mind and start hurting me again. 

Thankfully I was wearing my hoodie so I could hide under it. I went to a further store because the owner is a really nice old man who knew I was only buying cigarettes or beers to avoid getting hurt. He tried many times to ask me of who is hurting me but I never answered him. 

I pull my hoodie on my head trying to cover my face as best I could as I reached the store. I went inside and straight to the cashier. Thankfully, it was the nice uncle and not any of his worker, makes it easier for me as I don’t have to be in an awkward situation. 

He seems to be tired and maybe angry! Just when I noticed that a young worker passed by him looking terrified. My guessing is that the young girl made a huge mistake causing her boss’s bad mood. 

He looked at me with hard expression, but once he noticed my bruised lips his face immediately softened. “hey there kiddo! How have you been doing?” he asked me softly. “I’m okay sir and you?” I tried to smile to him but I hissed as my jaw and lips hurt so much, he made an expression as if he was in pain himself but didn’t say anything. I quickly told him what I needed to buy this time without meeting his eyes because I was impressed. “kid! while I get it for you why don’t you go and pick a pie, my treat” he said smiling “thank you sir!” I told him as I was so happy, I couldn’t have my dinner since I gave it to Ian earlier and I was starving. 

Just as I reached the aisles for pies I noticed someone else standing closer to me by the drinks section. He was a tall man with jet black short hair standing with his back facing me. it didn’t take me 2 second to notice who this man is. 

It’s the PRINCIPLE! … s**t s**t SHITTTT!!

Before the principle turned around to face me, I picked my favored custard pie and ran to the nice uncle I thanked him hastily and dash out of the store. I didn’t stop running until I reached the orphanage. 

I was so lucky he didn’t see me. That was close.