Chp. Two. Cont. I picked up my bag and checked my reflection in the full body mirror. Not bad I thought to myself. Could do with a work out I thought to myself. I could see the buttons on my shirt straining a little and that was never a good sign. I exhaled and with a quick lick of my lips I turned and went out of my bedroom down the stairs to the front door where my parents were waiting to take me to school. As we were driving along Main Street there was a guy from my school walking by himself. I knew instantly that this must be the new kid. He was wearing a black tie and only year 12 students were allowed to wear them and since I knew all the seniors in my school he had to be the ‘new kid.’ I had a few seconds to look at him because before I knew it we were already way ahead of him, rounding a corner and he was but a speck in the rear mirror. We arrived at the school a few minutes later. I said my good byes to my parents and wished them a good day and they did the same to me. I began to walk to the tree near the car park and as I was nearing the corner of the music building I saw the new guy walking up the main entrance looking depressed and some what feeling out of place. I really felt sorry for the guy. Starting year 12 at a new school would be absolutely horrible. Imagine leaving all your friends behind and starting one of the most stressful years of your high school education at a new place with new people. I certainly couldn’t do that. I don’t know why anyone would want to move to a new place. In my life I’ve only ever moved schools once and that was when I was in grade 4. My dad had been promoted and we were moving states. I cried for days. Mum tried to comfort me but nothing she said could cheer me up. I left behind all my friends from primary, some of which I have never seen since, and I left behind all my relatives. Grandma, grandpa, nonna, pappa, uncles and aunties. From what I could remember the thing that made me sad the most was leaving behind my friend from next door. I think we were friends ever since he moved in next door when I was in grade 2. Every day after school I would go to his house or he would come to mine and we would just kick a ball around or throw some hoops. We weren’t any good back then but having him there with me almost every afternoon made it fun and enjoyable. Thank heavens he is one of the people that I’ve managed to keep in contact with since leaving my old home many years ago. So you can say my childhood was a average one. Had a best mate to rely upon and had a good caring family. You are probably wondering how a kind person like myself, with a caring family, ended up being the school bully? I honestly don’t know myself. I suppose it started when I moved schools back in grade 4. I needed to make friends and make them fast. I guess I made friends with a group of bullies. Don’t get me wrong, my friends are amazing people. They are funny and caring to each other but it always saddens me the way they treat other people who they feel are different. That is probably the predominate reason why I cannot be my true self around them. To me I fit in with the group but I will never truly fit in, if that makes any sense to you. Over the years I have done things that I regret very heavily and pray that there could be a day where I could repay everyone for the things I did to them. I’ve given countless wedgies and I’ve made many different people angry and very sad, including my parents. Of all the guys in the group I was the tallest and the most intimidating so somewhere along the years I was promoted to group leader. So here I am dreading the next wedgie I have to do. A shout from my left brought me back to reality. “Hey you, over here! You walked right passed us dude!” I looked back and realised that I had completely walked passed the big tree with the group standing under it. I did a 360 on the spot and walked towards them. “Dude, what’s wrong with you? Walked right passed us.” Ethan said as he laughed. I just shrugged. “I dunno, I was thinking about something.” I looked at everyone before continuing, “so how is everyone today?” There were a few shrugs and a few ‘it was alright’ mumbles but the general consensus indicated that everyone was in an okay mood. A few private conversations were going about as we waited for a few more people to arrive. I was glad no one was talking to me because I took the opportunity to take a few deep breaths and have a good look at all my friends. There was Andrew. He was probably one of the smarter guys in my group and usually the one that I like talking to the most. He talked about things other than cars and female models. Don’t get me wrong, he would throw in a few car comments here and there but he wasn’t the type to really care about cars and chicks. Before I could continue reminiscing on the rest of my friends a voice spoke out. “Alright boys, everyone is here now. Let’s see what we want to do with the new kid.” announced one of the guys. My insides groaned. I exhaled. Lets just get it over with. To be continued.
Chp. Two. Cont. #2 Everyone looked at me to get some kind of approval. I just shrugged. “Let’s do it then,” I said nonchalantly as I walked towards the main school buildings. I hadn’t walked more than a few meters when a pair of arms flung over my shoulders. Not only had they invaded my personal space but also decided to go for a piggy back ride. I could feel both their legs around my waist and their entire body weight on me. But, inside I knew who it was so just gave a little grunt and moved my arms towards my back to support their weight. “Hey there babe,” Karina my girlfriend whispered in my ear. I crotched down to indicate that she should get down and luckily she understood me. After she had hopped off I turned around to bring her into a kiss. After a few seconds of passionate kissing I heard a cat whistles from a far. “Get a room you two,” the guys chanted almost in union. I turned around and gave the boys the finger and turned my attention back to . “Good morning to you baby, how was your night?” I said as I kissed her nose lightly. Karina and I have been a couple for a few months now. Out of all the girlfriends I had over the years, Karina was the only one to have lasted more than a week. Not only was she an amazing hot chick but she had her heart in the right place. Karina was kind, caring, beautiful, cared for those who needed help and yes several times she has been angry at me for the things I did. I’ve told her several times that I would stop. But, each time I hint to the guys that we should stop doing the things we do they return with hints of boycotting and heavy resistant so I just let the issue drop. Karina grabbed my face and brought me in for another kiss. This time it was more passionate and longer. More cat whistles and cheering erupted from behind us. I gave the group the finger again without breaking the kiss. I poked my tongue out hoping she would let me into her mouth. She did. Our tongues were dancing, it was the most amazing feeling. We were both trying to wrestle each other in our mouths. And would you believe it? I lost. Lost in the moment of the kiss I didn’t realise that Karina had started to feel me up. Her hands were over my chest now. She just knew how to make me moan. We were at it for only for a few more seconds before I heard a shout from someone from the main building. “Mr. Lockett! Miss. Ramone! This is a school. Keep that stuff at home!” I looked towards the door to see who it was. I chuckled slightly. It was the principal Mr. Alexander. If there was a good word to describe the principal of this school it would have to be ‘biased.’ He absolutely hated me and several times in the last few years I’ve come close to being expelled because he was biased. Alexander had a Ph.D in human biology so it made sense to him that he expected his school was an academically excelling school. He didn’t care about sports. He didn’t care about arts. All he focused on was science and stuff like that. If it wasn’t for the local council we wouldn’t even have a basketball let alone the gym. Okay it wasn’t really a gym. More a room with sports equipment. It was suppose to have 300 seats but somewhere alone the way of building the seats they ran out of money and we actually only have 129 seats. Of these 10 were missing their backs and 18 of these were broken to a point that sitting on them might give you a hole in your ass that you didn’t realise was there. “Mr. Lockett and Miss. Ramone! How many times do I need to tell you to stop doing that kind of stuff in front of my school?” He asked angrily, saliva flying in all directions. “Including today? 28 times sir.” I said with a smile on my face. “Mr. Lockett, If I was you I would watch what you say. You are on a very strict probation. Remember your contract with the school. Do something else wrong anytime soon and I will personally pack your locker for you.” Alexander said with a grin looking straight into my eyes. I stared straight back. I wasn’t a person to quit so I straightened my shoulders and stood towering over the principal. I craned my neck a little to give the impression that I was looking down on him. “Get inside all of you, now!” Alexander shouted and with that turned and walked towards the school. “I wish he dies in his sleeps or at least chokes on his cigs” someone said when he was out of earshot. There was a round of nods and ‘yeahs’ in agreement. “Good job dude, I was shitting my pants when he came up to you. How do you stand up to him?” someone sad as they panted my back. “Dude, beats me, I just don’t really get intimidated by him.” I shrugged and walked towards the school. “Lets go boys, lets find the new kid” To be continued.
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Chp. Two. Cont. #3 “What are you going to do?” Karina piped in grabbing my arm hard. She looked at me in the eye and I could see lots of emotions in those grey eyes of hers. Angry, sadness, astonishment and possibly a trace of confusion. “What are you going to do?” Karina asked again this time more sternly with her teeth clenched. “Nothing” I lied, “where’re just going to say hi to him that’s all...” I trailed off. I couldn’t look at her in the eye anymore. “How many times do I need to tell you? Stop being such a bully!” Karina screamed before running off. I grabbed her arm to pull her back but she just used her free hand to push my hand off her. She turned around and ran towards the school. I just stood there, unsure of what to do. Feeling angry, sad and confused. It had only been about 15 minutes and already I’ve already managed to make my girlfriend cry. There has to be some sort of afford for this. The amount of times a moron can make his girlfriend cry in under 15 minutes. I would win hands down. Karina was, not was, is an amazing girl. So, I felt angry at myself every time I managed to make her cry. Unfortunately this was a lot as well. I am such a moron, could someone please tell me what to do? I exhaled deeply and inhaled feeling the fresh summer morning air. It has to be a crime for a school to bring their senior students in a month earlier than the rest of the state. My school demands that all their senior students attend school a month before it was actually meant to start. The rationale? For us to get a head with work and excel in our year 12 results. Unfortunately this is yet to work. All we have ever gotten from this stupid idea is more homework and results that don’t satisfy both our parents and the extra money we have to pay to make teachers work a month earlier. And guess who came up with this ingenious idea? Mr. Alex Alexander, The Principal. Even his name is stupid, who the hell is called Alex Alexander? I exhaled again. “What are you thinking about?” From the voice I knew who it was so I didn’t even turn around. “Andrew, sometimes I wonder about the creation of universe and why God had to make girls so complicated. I mean they’re just like us right? But with boobs and more wholes than swiss cheese,” both Andrew and I laughed. The group had caught up at this point so Andrew and I started towards the school before I continued. “I mean, why can’t they just speak our language? You know what I mean? I mean. Karina is nice and all but I don’t get why she can’t understand where I am coming from. I really do want to stop doing all this bullying crap that we’re doing but the rest of the boys will boycott me if I do. Andrew you know how they are. They’re quite the hand full. I honestly don’t want to give that new kid a wedgie today. I don’t want to pull his pants down. Heck I would be scarred if I had my pants pulled down especially when I’m wearing pink undies. “Yes, Karina did buy me these. Don’t judge. I don’t get why you don’t want to get a girlfriend Andrew. Yes they can be annoying at times but they’re someone that could look after you and you know keep you company when you are feeling down and such. I think K has come over to my house more times to comfort me than have sex man. Ah crap, if she heard me call her K she would murder me. You know why yeah?” I said as I nudged Andrew in the ribs playfully. “Yeah, you told me. She hates it because it confuses her. She doesn’t know whether they’re saying okay or calling her.” Andrew said with a chuckle. “Dam right!” I replied. Both Andrew and I chuckled again. “Man we have weird convos buddy” Andrew exclaimed after a few seconds of silence. “Yeah,” I agreed with a smile. “How are we going to go about this dude?” Andrew asked me. When I returned with a confused look he clarified what he meant, “how are we going to initiate the new kid?” “Ah, lets just go easy on him first and do the wedgie later. I’m not really in the mood to take rip his pants. Do you wanna do that?” I asked. I know, it sounded as though I didn’t have a heart. I said it so casually. Trust me on this, it hurts me as bad as they guys that I torment. Sometimes I wish they would attack me back. At least that way I can feel that I didn’t just attack a weak, powerless and gentle guy. I exhaled again this time with a small chuckle amidst it. It’s ironic. Life is funny. No one knows about this besides my family. Not even Karina. Not even Andrew. It’s ironic because my bigger brother was bullied as a child and I should see what I am doing now could very well imitate the long term effects that was inflicted on my brother Peter. For years on end my brother was bullied as a child. He was different. Why was he different? He was born with amelia. Amelia is a condition where someone is born without a limb or a deformed limb. In my brothers case he was born without a left arm to the elbow. I loved him. Although he was bullied he kept his spirits up all the time. Always teaching me to do things. He was a science freak. Always showing me science tricks and experiments that he had seen on TV or the internet. He was 8 years older than me so to him sad made me really sad. I remember promising my brother that when I grow bigger that I would protect him and wouldn’t let anyone harm him in any way. When things started to turn for the good, bad news struck our family. Peter had been sick for a few weeks and when they told us the results from the test and the reason to why he was so sick turned my world inside out. It was like someone punching me in the gut and then couldn’t stop. My brother, only brother, had developed a rare case of heart cancer and from the early prognosis had 2 weeks to live. Peter died that very night. I was sitting next to his bed and he was holding my hand and as he finished saying ‘I love you’ he passed away. I cried and cried for days. I told you earlier that I one of the reasons I bullied was because I moved states, I needed to find a group to fit in. That’s only partly the reason. The main reason was because I was angry. Angry at God, angry at my parents, angry at everyone in the health system. No one could help my brother. He didn’t deserve it. He was kind, caring and a beautiful person. So, I guess all that anger along with moving states pushed me into a corner and the only way out was to bully people weaker than me. It is true. People who bully the weak are people with the most problems. I know, I am one of them. The only reason that my parents even moved states after living in the same house for 10 years was because they couldn’t live in the house that contained so many memories of my brother. They couldn’t handle the emotions that erupted when ever they saw the comfy couch that he had saved up so hard to buy or the placed he liked to read. I remember the day he bought the comfy couch as if it was yesterday. He had worked hard all summer and all through the summer he was telling me he would buy something special for all of us. With his savings he brought the family the comfy couch. He was so proud of it when it came, all spanking new. And now, it’s gone. Like so many of his things. My parents didn’t want to keep it. They couldn’t bare to look at my brother’s couch. They loved him as much as I loved him. At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned against a wall for support, feeling it’s rough surface on my head. I slapped the wall and instantly regretted it. I could feel pain radiating across my entire palm. I swore in agony. “Hey what’s wrong buddy? Are you alright?” Andrew asked in a tone that told me he was worried. “I’m alright A. I just remembered something and it made me a little upset.” I replied with a muffed voice. I was trying to hold the tears back. If the guys see me crying I would never hear the end of it. They would give me crap for months on end. Thinking about it mad me cringe. A few of the guys had caught up now and a few asked if I was okay. Andrew answered for me. “Yeah, he’s just having a bad stomach man. Don’t ask, I think it’s bake beans. Don’t stand behind him today.” A few of the guys laughed at this. This Andrew, I swear, I appreciate his help but sometimes his help can be worst off than just accepting the truth. Bake beans! “Let’s go boys” I said, straightening up. After about 20 minutes of distraction the group finally stepped through the front door of the school ready to create mayhem. It didn’t take long to find the new kid. Everyone knew that the first place that any new student needs to go was the school office to receive their timetable. And there was only one way in and only one way out. So we just camped outside a corridor near the office waiting for him to come out. As I had guessed earlier the same guy that I had seen walking the street that morning was the guy that walked out of office not long after we had settled down on the Left Wing Corridor. The poor guy was definitely terrified. I could see him shaking as he walked towards the Right Wing Corridor. Dam now, we’re going to have to follow him. I was hoping he would come towards us so that way we wouldn’t have to humiliate him in front of all the other people. After a few long seconds of waiting we stood up and followed him. When he was in the intersection between the old buildings and the Right Wing Corridor I got up behind him and pushed. He went thumbing forward. I cursed to myself. I didn’t realised he was so unstable. I bloody hope he didn’t break anything. Dear Lord, let it just be a bruise. Two or three agonising seconds later, he turns his head around and stares at me. Hatred and sadness printed in his eyes. I couldn’t handle the stare for very long before I shrugged and told him in a neutral tone. “Take it as an initiation.” I know it sounds harsh and I won’t deny it. It is harsh. It could have been worst. I noticed a teacher standing very close down the corridor facing the opposite way. I knew I couldn’t stay long. If the teacher turns around he would see this guy on the floor and we standing over him, connecting two and two together I was surely going to get in deep crap. I started to walk and luckily the boys followed. They must have seen the teacher to. I turned around just as we crossed the big doors and saw that Karina was glaring at me. Emma her friend was glaring at me to. At that moment I felt really crap about myself. I’m going to get a massive lecture from Karina later, I bloody hope that she isn’t in a bad mood as well. “Dam, if that teacher was there I would have enjoyed seeing him get his pants pull down,” one guy pipped up from the back of the group. “Yeah,” another agreed. “No, I would have loved to see him try and attack us back. He would get his ass kicked faster than you can say ‘stop’,” said Kris one of the bigger guys. Kris is an interesting character. If an old lady needed help crossing the streets he would be the one to call. Always willing to help the elderly but for some reason he liked to be aggressive to people his age. There was this one time he bashed a kid to the point he had to go to hospital but he spends every Sunday afternoon at a retirement home helping the employees look after the residents. There are really weird people in this world I am telling you. “Yeah, yesterday I was puked on,” kris said with a nod of his head followed by a chorus of ‘that’s disgusting’ and looks of disapproval. “I’m telling you guys. The stuff that those old people eat are horrible. I thought I saw a piece of string in it...” Kris continued before he was interrupted. “Oh shut up dude. Fuck, that is so disgusting. I really don’t want to know about it.” Kris just chuckled but said, “yeah I know.” “Oh that’s the bell, meet up later to give him the wedgie yeah boss?” one of them said to me. To my dismay the whole group looked at me expecting an answer. “Hell yeah,” I exclaimed on the verge of shouting. “I will see all of you at lunch yeah, remember at recess I have to talk to Alexander,” I continued. With that the group broke up and moved off to home group. To be continued.
Chp. Two. Cont. #4 First day of homegroup, like all the first day of homegroup previously, was boring and uneventful. It’s the same old routine. Come in, the teacher marks the roll and you find a seat next to someone that you can handle for the rest of the year. By the 6th year of high school education (that is, year 12) I pretty much knew everyone in my class by name. Of course there were some I wish I didn’t know and there were some I wish I knew better. Being the school bully it was really hard to make normal friends. I did have a few ‘normal’ friends as you would call it. In fact one of them is sitting right next to me. His name is Thomas. I call him Thomas the Tank Engine. I know what you are probably thinking. Are you twelve? Thomas the Tank Engine? And you’re probably right to think such thoughts. I guess I came to call him that name because it was the only thing that made me feel normal. Giving your buddy nick names. If you haven’t already realised. No one calls me by my first name. No one in front of my face anyway, except for my parents of course. It is as if my name is tabooed. All my friends call me by ‘dude’ or ‘boss.’ It annoys me at times and at times I wish they would just call me by name. I mean, James isn’t such a bad name is it? Anyway, back to the matter at hand. I was describing to you Thomas. Like all my friends you have met so far and all the people you will meet as this story is told to you, Thomas is an interesting character. The one thing that is interesting about Thomas is his sexuality. And I don’t mean it in a bad way either. Thomas was a very macho guy, very athletic, likes to go the gym and flirts with girls all the time. In fact, if I didn’t tell you he was gay I don’t think you would have realised. This has always confused me. Before Thomas told me he was gay I always thought I could spot a homosexual guy like paint on paper. I always thought that gay guys were very effeminate and promiscuous. If you don’t know what these words mean look it up in a dictionary. Yes, the jock has just used big words. Don’t be surprised I am quite intelligent I’m just useless at using my intelligence for when I actually need it. Thomas proved me wrong almost instantly. The moment came out to me, in fact came out to the entire football team, I knew all my perceptions of gay guys were wrong. Like I said, Thomas was not effeminate and definitely not promiscuous. Thomas was one of those guys where you could tell that he would be committed to one partner. Before his coming out we assume who ever this girl is she would a lucky to have Thomas. Now though, which ever guy managed to capture his heart would be the lucky one. It just shows that sometimes the things in life are not always as they seem. Another good example involves Thomas now. Have you ever watched TV shows and you know that one of the characters is gay. How do you tell? I always thought of the way they dress and of course by how much cleaning they do indicates their sexuality. I know that was a stupid reasoning, but give me a break, I was like 12 when I thought of that. Thomas proved to me that I was wrong. If you walked into Thomas’ room you would have to find a word outside the English dictionary to describe it. The one thing I can say it is my room was a billion times more neat. Thomas’ room was like as if a tornado had hit it left and decided that it hadn’t messed it enough and came back for round two. During my first visit to this ‘room’ I found upon close inspection three rotten bananas, three jock straps that look like it hadn’t been washed for three years and numerous pieces of paper scattered all over the room. You should have seen my reaction when I first walked through his bed room door. My jaw dropped and I had to hold onto the door frame to support myself. You could say I was in shock. But you probably don’t want to listen to me describe about all the contents of Thomas’ room. Rather you are probably more interested about his coming out to the world. It turns out that when Thomas told his parents about his sexuality that pretty much ended any parent-son relationship they had together. His parents were very religious. In my opinion to religious for my liking. They were horrified, yes horrified, that their son was gay. I remembered Thomas telling me how his parents had called up all the priests in town to come to their house to save their son from the pits of the fires of hell. Thomas had said they called on everyone, priests, pastors, bishops and weirdly even monks to make their son normal. Try as they must they were no match for Thomas. He came out to his parents when he was 16 so if things went really badly he had the option of emancipation. After a week of unsuccessful ‘treatment’ and lots and lots arguing they gave up. Thomas came home from school one day to see everything he owned on the porch of his house and a note saying, ‘get out.’ Being the guy he was, strong in both character and will he packed up what ever he could carry and came to my house asking to sleep over. I didn’t think much of it and my parents didn’t either. We just assumed it was one of those sleep overs that he and I often had at my house. My parents had become so accustomed to having him around. In recent times though he stop coming over and spends more time at his boyfriend’s house. You can probably sense a bit of jealousy here. And I think I have the right to be jealous. We’ve been friends for almost 5 years now and now another comes in and steals my friend away. You would be jealous to wouldn’t you? After a week and Thomas didn’t give an indication of going home my parents and I knew something was wrong. And boy were we right. My parents gave a Thomas’ parents a call and it didn’t last more than 40 seconds. My parents hanged up and that evening when we’ve finished eating dinner and we were all sitting in the lounge room together watching a TV show. My parents dropped the bomb shell. I remember that night as if it were yesterday. “Thomas” my mum said kindly to my friend. Thomas turned to face her. “Today we rang your parents.” At those words Thomas’ eyes opened up, mouth started to say something but it was in audible and I couldn’t make out what it was that he was saying. My parents just waited for him to collect himself and didn’t say a word. When he found his voice Thomas just said. “Are you going to kick me out?” Both my parents and I were shocked at those words. My dad was the first to speak. “Of course we are not son, you are like a son to us. We could never do that.” This seemed to have relieved some the thoughts in Thomas’ head but he definitely still wasn’t at ease. A awkward silence broke out quite rapidly and everyone just looked at the floor or some other inanimate object. I spoke to break the silence. “What are you guys talking about? What phone call? Why are you crying Thomas?” My friend Thomas was crying, a though guy like him was crying. “It is best if Thomas tells you bud,” mum spoke quietly. I looked at my crying friend. I grabbed his arm and half dragged half carried him to the kitchen. “Okay, tell me what’s happening” I said, half shouting. Moments passed. Not a sound. Only the sound of the TV in the other room could be heard with the muffled sounds of my parents whispering to themselves. I did hear one word amongst the sounds that made me look Thomas dead in the eye and he heard it to because he looked up from the floor to look me in the eye. To be continued.