The culmination of Neo getting beat up on his P.E. locker was that after he got beat up was he didn’t have any major injuries on him, except maybe a black eye and bloody nose, but nothing too major. You see, Neo is a new kid at Carolyn Grover Middle School and everyone picks on him. A lot of people were ominous and to them, they thought he didn’t give a care. That’s so not true.
Neo just moved into Canada from France and he hasn’t exactly enjoyed his new home either. The biggest problem is that none of his family knows that he is being picked on. His full name Neo Joary Fransisico. A lot of hurtful and dumb insults people call him are like, “Diminutive Brain”, “Bon jour freak”, or even “The Barfing Tower of Ugly French People”. The perpetual bullying was terrible, embarrassing and annoying.
His Mom is Frances Jargon Fransisico {but her last name, before she married was Yulmar’}, Father’s name is Cashmere’ Dedolon Fransisico and his little brother, Leon Dion Fransisico. And also a little dog named Sophia.
Now let’s get terse. Wait not terse. Let’s just get on with the story.
When Neo got home, his mother noticed his punctured eye.
“Neo what happened to your eye?!?”
“Mom, it’s nothing, it’s just a bunch of black paint I put on it.”
“Your eye looks like the Dark side of Darth Vader’s helmet. Now tell me what happened. You know I don’t buy that paint rubbish.”
“It’s nothing Ma, now leave it off.”
“Excuse me miser’? You don’t talk that way to your Mama. Now tell me or else there shall be consequences. I can get a good panorama of your gashed eye, but I don’t have a full view of what happened, so speak up Neo.”
He stood very quiet, not moving a limb.
“Do you need to go in a time machine and vacillate through what happened, till you can fully remember what caused this to happen?”
“Okay Mom, don’t get your bushes falling off your broccoli. During P.E., I was playing basketball with some fellows and when I jumped to shoot my eye slammed real hard on the bar holding the hoop.”
“I give up! You won’t give me a truthful answer, so might as well give up.”
And she stormed away briskly, her hair flying behind her. It seemed like she was emulating Hermione Granger when she walked away briskly when Ron was teasing her.
He went to bed after dinner.
The next day, Neo rode his bike to school. His bike was very special and valuable to him because it was Lance Armstrong’s and it even had his signature on the seat of the bicycle. When he got to school, he purged a granola bar wrapper into a trash can.
When he walked into the school, everyone who was in effervescent, gregarious conversation, immediately stopped and it was botheringly sudden silence from all the students in the steps of the hallway. Everyone looked and stared at Neo. Some people pointed towards his black eye and some whispered something about it or something of the sort. After he got his stuff from his locker, people were still looking at him, whispering to one another when they had the chance.
Finally, after he could just no longer take it anymore he bellowed loudly at all the students in the hallway.
“WOULD EVERYBODY STOP STARING AT ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?”
A kid with a black spiked mow hawk, stepped out of the crowd.
“Naw! We don’t go to, so we don’t have to fou!” The punk kid rebuttalled.
“Taytwa, little donkey! I suggest you keep your zipper shut!”
“Taytwa?!? What kind of word does that mean bro?!? Oh. I know what it means. It means that I can see yo face and you see yo’s in the mirror and and it gives us pain. It harts bro, it harts!”
Everyone in the hallway burst up laughing like Mt. St. Helens erupting with cascades of boiling lava.
The only one not laughing was Neo. His eyes seamed up with raindrops of water. Neo ran outside the school door, on his bike and rode all the way home. Luckily, no one was there, so he had the house to himself, but he knew he would have to leave in time to pick up little Leon. He sat on his bed, crying, drinking a can of Cola.
After awhile, Neo left and picked up Leon and he noticed Neo wasn’t wearing his backpack.
“Neo, how come you’re not wearing your backpack? You usually wear it when you come to pick me up.”
If you’re wondering why Leon has such a good vocabulary, it’s because he’s 9 and is in 4th grade. He skipped 3rd because it was too easy. Neo, on the other hand, is 13 and he’s in 7th grade.
“I went home after school and left my backpack on my bed. Then I came here quickly to pick you up.”
Liar. Wait. Neo never got his backpack out. Oh well.
When they got home, Mom and Dad were waiting apparently for us when we came to the front door.
“Hi Leon, did you have a good day at school?” Mom asked brightly.
“Yes Mommy.” Leon answered enthusiastically.
“Why don’t you go into the kitchen and have a chocolate chip cookie and a glass of milk.”
“Mmmm, chocolate!” And Leon ran quickly out of sight in the house.”
“Neo, we need to talk to you.” Dad said.
Neo gulped with a rush of guilt running down his throat.
“We got a call from your principal saying that you left school this morning. We want to know why.” Mom said sternly.
“Yes, why did you skip school today?” Dad questioned, teaming up with Mom.
“Because I felt like it.” Neo said.
“I believe that’s the answer we’re looking for. Let me ask again, why did you skip school?”
“No peticular reason. I just felt like staying home. Be relaxed, go biking, the usual.”
“I believe you are lying to us young man, because your bedroom door was open and I saw and felt wetness on the blankets on your bed. You were obviously crying. Is there something you’re not telling us? Is there a problem? Please tell us, we can help you.”
“No thank you, I don’t need your help. I wasn’t crying either. I drank a Cola and spilt it all over the bed.” Double liar.
“Fine. If that’s the way you want it, then you can be grounded with no fun at all until you tell us what’s going on. Now go to your room and don’t come out till morning. No dinner for you tonight.”
“Fine, see what I care. You enjoy watching me suffer anyway. I don’t need you.” And Neo walked past them and slammed his door shut.
The next day Neo went to school regrettably. Already 2 periods later, in the class room, he’s fighting Berry, a big tough kid with a earring. The teacher is not in the room. Berry punches Neo hard in the stomach.
“Come on French boy. Can’t you fight? Loser.”
Neo lifts his fists and is about to fight back, but instead his face starts looking green and 10 seconds later, he vomits on Berry.
Everyone laughs at me, but mainly Berry, who’s outraged. He pick Neo up and throws him towards the chalkboard, having his head slam hard into the board. He’s on the ground. Then the board shakes a bit, then breaks and falls onto Neo.
Now no one is laughing. Everyone gasps. Berry looks happy, even though there’s Neo’s vomit on his shirt.
“Look what you’ve done. At first it was fun teasing the kid, but now you’ve gone too far. This kid deserves to feel safe here and have friends. Come on guys, let’s pick up the broken chalkboard and take Neo to the office. They should call 911.” said a kid in red shorts.
They all helped pick up the pieces and then picked Neo up. They took him out the door to the office. There was vomit and blood all over on Neo. An ambulance immediately came and took Neo away, with the class. All except Berry.
Later in the hospital. Neo woke up to see the doctor, the students in his class and his parents and Leon.
“Hi everybody, what happened?”
“The chalkboard fell on top of you Neo.” said the kid with the red shorts.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Carl. We already told your parents about what happened. They’re awfully worried and shocked. Your Mother’s been crying half the time.”
“Sorry to interrupt the conversation you’re having but Neo, you may go home now.”
The doctor said.
The ambulance took all the kids back to school, leaving Neo and his parents and Leon in the parking lot.
They went home. Neo went to bed.
When he got to school the next day, everyone greeted him kindly when he wheeled in. He was in a wheel chair, with a cast on his arm, head and both feet. A couple people helped him into the classroom.
“Thank you guys.” He said.
“Your welcome.” They said back.
On the overhead it said, “Welcome back Neo. Glad you’re okay!” And it had all the students signature on it except for Berry and it had the teachers signature on also.
Neo was amazed. No one had ever been this nice to him since his first day of school. The day went well and he came home with a great big smile on his face. This seemed to continue, until April 12.
Neo had more friends now. All his cast’s were gone now. During lunch, he saw some mysterious figure in clothes that hid it’s face. I walked towards it.
“Follow me.” the figure said.
Neo did as he was told. He followed the figure until it stopped, so Neo stopped. In front of us was a bridge. We walked on it. Below us was a river rushing madly as if somebody was running like crazy to finish a race.
Suddenly, when Neo was walking, the bridge creaked a bit and the part of it he was standing on broke and he started fall. But he gripped his hands on a bar that helped hold the bridge.
The mysterious figure took off the cloak and Neo saw Berry. He gasped.
“See ya later brother! Or not! Hahahahahaha!”
Berry stamped on Neo fingers, which let loose, making Neo fall into the river.
Berry laughed evilly and walked away.
For a couple of days, Neo’s parent’s noticed he was missing and was worried. But then they watched the news and it said that a 13 year old boy was pushed through a bridge. Soon enough, they found his body. He was only one thing that shall sadden all of us. D-E-A-D. DEAD. 2 vowels 2 D’s. The worst word anyone could hear.
Everyone was gathered up by the river in which he dyed in. The memorial service was very long. Everyone had something to say. No one new that Berry was nearby, hiding in a bush, snickering. No one would ever find the real killer of Neo J. Fransisico. But in life, Neo was not dead. He was alive in their hearts. Everyone shall remember the sad tragedy of Neo Joary Fransisico.
THE
END
This is a sad story of a boy's troubles of being picked on.
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