"Hey, four-eyes." I hear a girl with the voice pitch of a bad car brake say as she and her usual "gang", who I called the gossip squad, made their way towards me. "Move it, nerd!" She shouted at me. I stood up from the bench I was sitting on without complaining.

After all of the years that I've been at this school, I understand that it's better to do what the bullies say. It's better not to fight back if you don't want to end up with a broken nose.

I know you're probably thinking, "But, can't you just tell a teacher?" Trust me, I've tried multiple times. 

The teachers at this school don't care about the fights or bullies unless it inconveniences them. They all hate kids and don't hide it. A lot of them are also absolute creeps. I can almost feel the PE teacher, Mr Fern,'s eyes glued to me as I go to the corner that I usually sit in. It was a nice corner, away from everyone.

I sigh with relief when my back rests against the bricks of the school wall. I look at the small forest that was separated from the school by a fence. A squirrel climbed down a tree and made eye contact with me. "Hey, buddy," I say to the squirrel. I chuckle at myself sadly. "I'm seriously so lonely that I'm talking to a squirrel. Even you are going to leave me eventually," I say with a tinge of sadness in my voice.