"How did it come to this?!" He struggled to position himself for a head stand. The people around him kept cheering-- Although he knew what was the ultimate outcome from this situation. "I can't do it!" And so, Keele falls. His body fell onto the floor harshly, his red striped shirt quickly pressed against his lean chest and his legs thumped to the floor with a rough thud. Luckily for him, his glasses did not fall. His hair became dishevelled. The people around him began to circle around and laughed at Keele's failure.
"What a loser!"
"Yeah, that's what you get for getting into our way!"
"Let's just throw him into the locker, that'll teach him!"
His cotton jacket, along with his shirt was lifted by a muscly figure. "Whoah-oh!" A loud crashing ensued, that was Keele being forced into a locker and its doors closing, sealing him inside.
"Don't worry, what you're seeing right now is a typical day in a normal Keele's diary. Ever since I was a kid I was bullied. It's because of my nature to be interested in computers. Although it may not look like it, I know quite a bit of them. I find them fascinating, just as much like those people who find enjoyment in art or sports. It has its perks of course, but also the disadvantages. I've got the brains, but not the muscles. A system without protection can easily be exploited, and that practically is what's happening right now. Although seriously though, don't worry."
The bell rung, dignifying the end of morning tea and Keele remained inside the locker stationary. People began to move and he tried to yell for help, but the loud commotion masked over his plead. He'll be late again... For the millionth time. "Damn... If this keeps happening, Kylie would never be impressed with me! Ah damn it, maybe I just need to shout louder."
"HEY! SOMEBODY LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Keele shouted.
"What a loser!"
"Yeah, that's what you get for getting into our way!"
"Let's just throw him into the locker, that'll teach him!"
His cotton jacket, along with his shirt was lifted by a muscly figure. "Whoah-oh!" A loud crashing ensued, that was Keele being forced into a locker and its doors closing, sealing him inside.
"Don't worry, what you're seeing right now is a typical day in a normal Keele's diary. Ever since I was a kid I was bullied. It's because of my nature to be interested in computers. Although it may not look like it, I know quite a bit of them. I find them fascinating, just as much like those people who find enjoyment in art or sports. It has its perks of course, but also the disadvantages. I've got the brains, but not the muscles. A system without protection can easily be exploited, and that practically is what's happening right now. Although seriously though, don't worry."
The bell rung, dignifying the end of morning tea and Keele remained inside the locker stationary. People began to move and he tried to yell for help, but the loud commotion masked over his plead. He'll be late again... For the millionth time. "Damn... If this keeps happening, Kylie would never be impressed with me! Ah damn it, maybe I just need to shout louder."
"HEY! SOMEBODY LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Keele shouted.