Transforming

Dominick POV

I wondered what I did in a past life to deserve this, I was always the best child to my parents, a good friend to my friends, and I never got into any trouble. Maybe the last one made me susceptible for this; by ‘this’ I mean the bullying that I’m subjected to everyday of the school week and some weekends too.

Daniela and her most recent boy toy, John, took a liking to make my life a living hell and they achieve that goal everyday and every time they see me. I thought for sure they would get tired of me but it seems like their new favorite sport was making my life a living hell.

It never got physical; I think that’s the part that bothered me the most. I think, no I knew, if things got physical I could, and would, win. But I’m not good at words and that’s the part they got me beat at. It’s not helping I share every one of my classes with Daniela, John, or somebody that hung out with them. And to make matters worst I didn’t have any friends, like zero, because of them. I came to the school two years ago from Alaska, and moving to Maine has got to be the worst, halfway across the country from my real home.

“Hey Dominick!” I heard the loud, aggravating, frustrating, and infuriating voice of Daniela come from behind me. Yes I know I just mention all synonyms for ‘annoying’ and I think they all fit for her voice. Shortly followed by this was the lack of movement in the hallways, very shortly followed by the rushing of movements to where we currently were standing. It seemed like she was purposely waiting for everybody to come and try to claim front row, like she had something planned that couldn’t be missed, and knowing her… she probably did.

“Yeah?” I asked through my gritted teeth I was trying to continue living by my first rule, always be polite to everybody. The rule wouldn’t stick for long if this thing with Daniela and me didn’t fuse down or stop completely.

“I got something for you!” She said loudly, her statement caught me so off guard that I didn’t actually register her next movement. She had punched me in the jaw while I was distracted, she landed a cheap shot and this was the moment everybody, including me, was waiting for. I saw plenty of people get their phones out and record this momentous event. The fight everybody was waiting for that they knew was coming sooner or later.

I stood up from where I had fallen and glared at her, her punch hadn’t really phased me it was more of the fact that she caught me off-guard for the shot. “That’s all you got?” I asked her before laughing in her face. I don’t know why I let her bully me all these years but I knew I shouldn’t have and she got cocky with her words.

Before she could react I punched her in her aiming for her nose and she fell, and everybody went silent, they wasn’t expecting me to fight back. All you could hear was our breathing and Daniela was lying on the floor holding her nose and glaring at me. I shrugged and cracked a smile, knowing it was probably knocked out of place. Once people noticed she wasn’t getting up they put their phones away.

Soon enough the bell rang and even though I wanted to bask in the glory of finally getting the chance to punch Daniela, I had to get to Psychology. I didn’t know how people were going to react to mini-fight in the hall but nobody in psych brought it up and I shrugged not caring. But once class was over, everybody came rushing over to me, while I was packing, and told me they were happy somebody put “that bitch” in her place.

I shrugged and on the walk home put my earphones in and turned my iPod on, quickly turning to my artist section and choosing Pierce the Veil. Even when I was happy I listened to them, the first song that came on was King For A Day and I couldn’t help but laugh. The song was fitting for my past two years to today situation. I let somebody bully me and have a hold on me for so long but finally stood up for myself and most likely started fights and arguments between people in the whole 9th grade year. But I shrugged it off not caring and smiling as I walked home, happier than I’ve ever been.