Derek was pleasantly surprised to have the rest of his shift go well. All of the remaining students he worked with treated him with the respect he hoped for. There were a few absences from certain students, therefore Derek couldn't rule out the possibility of trouble in the future, but for the time being, he was happy. The little guy would go home that day feeling good about his work and looking forward to getting back the next day.
The following morning, Derek once again reported to the office for his daily assignment. "Good morning, Derek," the principal greeted, noticing him the minute he walked in. She got up from her desk and came over to him, gently picking him up and setting him on her desk. She then sat back down at her desk. "Good morning, Principal Franklin, what do you have for me today?" Derek replied. "I believe you should head back to the middle school section. I heard raving reviews from the teaching staff yesterday, particularly from Mrs. Johnson. She told me that you were able to bring out a brighter side of a typically quiet student. Well done!" the woman admired. Derek grinned and thanked his boss for the compliment. "That aside, the girl who gave you trouble yesterday, Marley, has been dealt with appropriately. She gave us her word that she wouldn't be bothering you. If something happens again, please let us know," Principal Franklin continued. Derek nodded in understanding then left the room for his first class of the day.
Derek started off his day like he finished his previous day, on a high note. The class behaved well and along with Mrs. Grover, Derek was able to get through to the students well. With no problems, Derek left his first class feeling as though it had gone by twice as fast. Then he entered Mrs. Johnson's room. Walking right up to the sometimes clumsy blonde, Derek narrowly avoided being stepped on as the woman set up the beginning of the lecture. "Oh my goodness! Good morning, Derek, I'm sorry for that little blunder," the woman apologized when she noticed the little man at her feet. Picking him up, the young teacher set Derek down on her desk. "I think you should do the same thing as yesterday, head back and help out Megan. I'm hoping that with just a little more reinforcement, she'll open up fully. If and when that happens, she should just stroll right along," Mrs. Johnson planned. Derek agreed and proceeded to head back to the orange-haired girl. "Good morning, Megan," Derek greeted with a smile. The girl looked down to the ground and returned his pleasantry. "Good morning, Mr. Bates!" Megan spoke with enthusiasm. She excitedly picked Derek up and set him next to her notebook. The two conversed just before lecture started, then quieted down. As the class went on, they would continue to work well with one another. That was, until someone appeared out of nowhere.
"Ew, it's Megan," a voice hissed. Caught off guard, Derek looked up from the girl's paper she was working on. Directly in front of the two sat another girl, this one clearly larger than the rather small and sheepish Megan. She had dark skin with hazel eyes and long, black hair. The girl was also on the heavier side, outweighing Megan easily. "Clara..." Megan mumbled. Confused on what was happening, Derek just sat and watched as the Clara girl started mocking Megan. All of a sudden, Megan's happy complexion vanished and she reverted back to her silent state. Furious at what was proceeding, Derek stepped in. "Excuse me, Clara," the little assistant spoke. "I'm Mr. Bates. I need you to apologize to Megan right now and get back to your work." Clara looked at Derek and snorted. "Who's this? Is this some sort of pet, Megan? You're pathetic." Reaching over, the black girl grabbed Derek and held on tight. Megan, on the other hand, did nothing but watch as her acquaintance and helper was taken away. Though she didn't show it, Megan was distraught.
"Look at this little thing," Clara laughed. "I can't believe that squirt has a pet. And she brought it to school? Classic." Derek tried speaking back to Clara, but she didn't let him get a single word in. "You know what, Megan? I think I'll keep him. I think I like him," Clara sneered. As Megan watched, the bully raised her arm and peeled back her shirt. "What are you doing?" Megan whispered. Clara only laughed as she then shoved Derek against her sweaty armpit.
*SPLUT*
Using a piece of tape from a tape dispenser on her desk, Clara adhered Derek against her armpit then lowered her arm. Megan, now visibly upset, was close to tears. Clara knew this and found it entertaining. She then turned back around and concentrated on class.
What happens to Derek next?
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