Short Story Of A Nerd, Geek

A nerd, loser, geek. These are all names which I have been called. I am a fifteen year old freshman, trying to survive the nightmarish year of 2016. It’s 6 am on a miserable wet day. Anywho, I suppose I should get out of bed. “Theo, get out of bed or you'll be late!” my step-mother screeches from downstairs. “I am putting on my clothes now!” I respond, which is a complete lie because I am still in bed. I throw off my duvet, slide out of bed, and get dressed. I rush down the stairs, grab a banana, and rush out the door. The bitter cold wind bites at me while I wait for the bus. Then it hits me, I left my computer inside! I dash inside, ignoring my step-mum’s criticism, and grab my laptop. As I grab my laptop, I see the bus go by. I’m not giving

As I clamber off the bus, the grouchy driver grabs my shoulder. “What in the bloody heck were you thinking!” she hollered “I don’t get paid enough to have to deal with idiotic boys who risk their life on my bus!” I retorted, “I shouldn't have to put up with a snitch who is a…” I stopped myself before I said anything I would regret saying. “I got to go,” I said with haste and ran away before she had anything to say. As I walked into school I spotted my best friend...not. The bumbling idiot ahead is the bully Trent. Trent is your average stereotypical bully, he steals, he harms, you get the point. While staring at him I walk into one of his goons, Bob. “Hey, Trent!” he yells across the hall, “This stupid little guy ran into me.” He picks me up by the back of my shirt and drops me at Trent’s feet. “Oh, I know this dweeb,” he says slyly. “dweeb” I thought that's a new one. “You know, dweeb, you'll never amount to anything, unless you somehow become awesomely cool like me. Now, lets see that lunch money.” I reluctantly handed him my 5£ note. “That’s better,” he said softly as if he is trying to be nice. Then he ran away leaping over any obstacle in his way and it hit me. If I want to be popular like him, I should learn how to freerun. I was constantly watching youtube videos of these amazing french freerunners. For the rest of the day all I can think about is