Headfirst for halos

"Hey shortly!" Some guy hollars at me. I ignore him and keep walking.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" I feel a hand grab the back of the collar of my shirt, choking me slightly.
I am clumsily flung at a locker behind me.
I wince as I hit the metal door.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath.
"FUCKIN' LOOK AT ME!" he explodes. I slowly look up at him. It pains me to move my neck.
He is several inches taller than I am.And likely much heavier.
I stare up in awe for a second. I don't know what to do.
"Listen, you emo fag-"he begins.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I growl springing to my feet.
I shove him hard. He stumbles back, and then full out falls.
I start to run as he tumbles to the floor, grabbing my binders in the process.
I run a dead Sprint down the empty hallways to science; class rooms are the best place where you won't have the fuck beaten out of you.
I nonchalantly saunter into the room as if nothing happened.
"you're late, Frank,"my teacher gives me a harsh look as I drop my binder on my desk.
"I know. I'm Sorry. My locker wouldn't open," I lie.I'm pretty convincing if I do say so myself.
I'm in my normal seat in the back alone.
Quickly, I scribble down the homework, and the notes she has us copy down.
While waiting for the others to catch up, I draw off to the side of the page.
Finally, the bell rings.
"Frank, a word please,"the teacher beckons me.
"Yeah, Mrs. Smith?" I ask innocently.
"We'll be having a new student tomorrow. I would like for you to show him around the school and bring him to his classes-which should be the same as you,"she instructs me. "Also, maybe be bis friend," she cues me.
"Sure thing," I nod.
"Thank you. You're free to go now."
I hesitantly walk out of the room, down the hall, and to my locker.
I stop at the edge of the hallway in which my locker is located.
Of course, with me luck, that fuck-up from earlier is there. Luckily he doesn't see me, so I slip back down the hallway from which I came, and go straight to the cafeteria.
In the cafeteria, I sit at my normal table in the far left corner of the room. I sit alone, as I do every day.
I decide to just draw and keep my mind off of food and my loneliness...
I'M SOOO POPULAR... What a lonely, fucking, loser I am...
I let out a long sigh and look at the blank page in my notebook.
ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF A FUCKING, LOW LIFE, OUTCAST LOSER...

Notes

Is it okay so far???