"Emily Masterson!" The teachers voice yelled so loud it overrode the music coming out of my headphones.

I lazily lifted my head up from my desk and took out my right headphone so that I could hear her better.
"Yes, miss Skate?"
"What did Shakespeare mean by..."

School was pretty much the usual.
Get to class all alone.
Sit down in class all alone.
Get yelled at by the teachers.
And now I'm walking down the corridor to my new locker... Alone.
Moving and changing school in the process made no difference.
I would always be alone.

*SLAM!*

"Give us your lunch money dwarf!" Yelled a very masculine voice as the entire row of lockers shook with the violence of this guys shove.
Cowarding at his feet was a boy maybe two years younger than me with blonde curly hair.

He's just a kid.
No older than ten so he's probably just an elementary student come to see how junior high is like.

I was never one to stand up for anyone, not even myself.
But this time was different.
A mere kid was being beaten to a pulp and everyone else was just walking by as if nothing were wrong about it!

Infuriated, I s stomped over only for my brother to go through them as if they weren't even there and start blabbering on about something I didn't know.

"How?" Was all I could say.
"What?"
"There... There was this boy, he was being beaten up and you... You just walked through them..."
Justin looked at me weird.
"Uhm... Emily, nobody was there.
Are you okay?" He checked my forehead, probably thinking I was sick or something.
"I think you need some rest-"
I slapped his hand aside irritably "I'm know what I saw!!!" I yelled at him while slamming my locker shut and then storming off to the girls bathroom.

"I know what I saw..." I muttered to myself.
It wasn't a hallucination. I even felt the lockers shake...

***

I took advantage of lunch break to watch my cousin Drew tryout for the soccer team till he told me to leave before someone suspected we were related.
Jerk.

That's when I saw Jeremy with a bunch of football players.
Oh joy, my brother already befriended the populars.
Wait... Did that guy just punch my brother?
And that snooty blond bimbo just kicked him down there  while those two just held him still!
And now they're just gonna leave him there!?

Oh hell no!
Jeremy was an idiot but he was still my brother that always stood up for me.
Now it's my turn.

I walked up behind the snooty blonde bimbo and tapped her on the shoulder "excuse me?"
She turned towards me but didn't have the time to react as my fist connected with her jaw, forcing her head to face the opposite direction.
"That's for my brother!"
And with that I turned on my heel and left as I heard low whistles followed by a few comments but I ignored them and left the field to go to class.