Blaine Anderson walked through the hallway of his school, with  his bag tight against his chest and watchful eyes. He kept an eye on everyone who walked beside him. He did that because he knew almost all the kids at school loved to bully him. And unfortunately, there was the first one. 

Tom Smith, one of the popular kids at school, grinned mean when he saw Blaine walking by. He reached Blaine, grabed his collar and pulled is back rough from Blaine's back. Blaine knew what was going to happen now, this is why he always walked with his bag tight against his chest. 

Tom held Blaine's bag in his hand and showed him to his team mates, who were standing around hum staring at the bag like hungry wolves.

'Can i have his lunch?' shouted one of the football boys. Tom opened Blaine's bag and dropped Blaine's books, food, drinks, headphone, keys and etui merciless on the filthy ground. 

A minute later the keeper of the football team enjoyd eating Blaine's lunch and from Blaine's schoolbooks nothing but shredded paper was left. His keys dissapeared somewhere in a pocket of one of the football players and his headphone was cracked in thousend pieces. Blaine stared scared and sad at the ground.

When the football team finally left, Blaine tried to fix his headphone but it didn't really work. Blaine picked up the last pieces of his books and stuffed them in his bag. Than he realized he had biology lesson and he ran upstairs.

Blaine was happy he didn't lunch when he saw what was on the school tables of the biology local: cow eyes. The teacher told the class how to limb the cow eye and then it was time to do it theirselves. 

Blaine poked languidly at the cow eye that stared at him from his desk. The idea that someone in the class had another eye from the same cow made him feel sick. 

Blaine awoke from his daydream when something hard and wet hit his back and the object fell on the ground with a soft thud.

Blaine turned around and saw a half sissected cow eye lying on the ground. It was hard not to throw up when he realized the cow eye had just hit his expensive jacket. 

'Sorry, my arm shot out.' shouted a boy behind him. The boy and his classmates laughed at Blaine. 'Can you give it back?' asked the boy smiling. Blaine was filed with disgust as he bent down and collected the cow eye. He stood up and walked towards the boy to give it to him. 'Bah, it's dirty. Lick it. Maybe it'll be clean then.' said the boy. 

Blaine smiled nervous, said nothing, gave the cow eye and walked back to his desk. The kids in his class laughed at him and pointed at him while saying mean things aout him.

Blaine sighed. How long would it be before he couldn't take this anymore...?