lunchtime Nightmare.

At lunch Cyrus sat down hesitantly at a table filled with students. The students immediately moved. Not wanting to even look at him. Cyrus's skin made everyone think of him as a weird, ugly freak. He couldn't help how he looked especially his vitiligo skin. He didn't want the light brown patches of skin all over his pale fair body but he was born with it.

Just as he was about to get his fork Mark, Keisha, and Taylor came over and started taunting him. Before Cyrus could react, he felt someone push his tray out of his hands. Keisha had grabbed his tray and threw it against the ground, making a big boom.

Keisha reached for the only thing that was still intact, the milk carton. Taylor pushed him to the ground. Meanwhile, Keisha opened the milk carton and poured it all over his head. Making his clothing wet and stained with milk. Cyrus's hair was soaked by all the milk that was poured all over him. As Cyrus opened his mouth to talk he felt something kick him.

Mark kicked him in the gut as he was sprawled on the floor. Cyrus grunted because of the pain. All three of the bullies laughed at Cyrus. They all thought he was pathetic loser which he wasn't. After Mark did that something called adrenaline filled his body.

Cyrus quickly stood up and just ran. Keisha, Mark, and Taylor running after him and yelling disgusting slurs along the way. Cyrus was faster than he usually was, maybe it was the adrenaline he thought. As Cyrus ran, his legs hurt and his heartbeat increased.

His heartbeat was beating out of his chest. Cyrus felt a sharp pain in his chest from his heartbeat increasement. As Cyrus ran he could hear Taylor yelling, Maybe it was because he managed to get away?

He didn't honestly know why he got bullied. There were too many options as to why he got bullied, that he didn't even know which one was the exact reason behind it. Cyrus only knew that it was because he was different, but he didn't know the specific reason as to why. Cyrus rounded a few corners and ran down hallways. desperately wanting to get away from his troubles, Instead he ran into one of the seniors hallways. 

He had never been in the senior hallways. Cyrus had seen seniors flirting with freshman's in his hallway but he never went down senior hallways since they'd probably do something far much worse than any freshman could do to him.

Cyrus just kept running which resulted in him getting lost. The three bullies still on his tail. He ran down and up stairs. Cyrus ran through pretty much everything that came his way. He got lost fairly quick, he hated himself for it but never brung himself to stop.

He ran for about 30 minutes which was a long time if you were running. As Cyrus was running he saw the stairs that led back to the freshman hallway. He darted down the stairs as fast as possible. Lunch was already over so Cyrus got weird stares.

It didn't help the fact that the hallway was crowded with people because he still had three bullies on his tail. Cyrus felt his legs starting to hurt really badly but he didn't stop. In that moment he hated everyone. Cyrus dodged people and went around people.

It was a crazy mess, he felt like he was about to just fall over by all of the intense running. Not only that Cyrus was still sore from his P. E. class which didn't help at all. He had ran for 35 minutes now, counting the fact he was still running through a crowded hallway right now.

Cyrus felt extremely dizzy from the darting and running. His mouth was dry, he was dehydrated as well. Today was not his day, Cyrus thought. He hated Monday the most, but now he somehow hated it even more.

He didn't think he could hate Monday anymore than he does now but he was mistaken. It didn't surprise him though since he started hating the morning, crowded hallways even more than last week. it didn't last long for him to slow a bit down.