His Heartwarming Secret

I don't understand why Beatrice and her friends are giving me such a hard time for simply bumping into them. That's the sad thing about bullies, they don't need an excuse. They prey on the vulnerable, the timid and I'm unfortunately one of the easiest targets.

I glance up to find Beatrice and her friend glaring at me from under their long lashes. Beatrice's eyes spark with humour as she notices the fear in my eyes. I take a step back and she lets out a choked laugh before raising her finger and sliding it across her throat. Her friend watches me recoil from them in horror and begins to fall around laughing, kneeled over at my reaction.

I feel my stomach tighten in multiple knots and the one piece of toast I ate threatens to find it's way back up. I turn away from them, tears pricking the back of my eyes. I hate showing my vulnerability to people like Beatrice but I can't help it. I want to be strong but how does one stand up-to someone like Beatrice Walden?

An idea springs to mind and I quickly clutch my stomach, trying my best to act like I'm in excruciating pain. I limp over to Coach Hollins, my face scrunched up in false pain.

eyes shut and

Hollins sighs, I open my

feel sick, really sick." I respond quietly which isn't a total lie thanks to Beatrice and her friends. Coach Hollins observes

seem fine to me."

groan louder, clutching my stomach tightly. I take a slight peek at her expression but she doesn't look convinced at all.

desperate

I exaggerate. A look of horror flashes over her face and she actually takes a step away from me as if my period is contagious. I mentally roll my

feel good." I emphasise, kneeling over. Mrs Hollins finally holds her hand up, eyeing me warily.

pack up and