When he came closer and closer, I pointed the weapon to his chest. „ Don't you dare to come even closer or I will stab you." , I shouted so everybody coul hear. I tried to hold the weapon stil but my hand trembled. Maybe from the deep cut or because I just was pretty scared. But the boy wasn't scared because of the weapon. HE looked at me like a had a shucking tart on my face. After a few seconds of starring he screamed:" It's a girl! It's a shucking girl!!!!" I twitched. Mein hand trembled a lot more then before, maybe while I squeezed my hand on the weapon I lost a lot of blood without even noticing it. When my eyes slowly got used to the brightness around here, I reconized, that around the box, there were just boy, not even one girl. No wonder the boy screamed out my gender as if he had never seen a girl before in his shucking life. When I looked at my deep wound on my hand, used the situation and grabbed the machete. „We won't hurt you, but I'm not sure, if you will." When he starred at the blood on the machete, I took the chance and used one of those boxes as a stair and climed out of the box. The box was fully surrounded by boys and I chuckeld one of the boys out of the way so I could run away and get some help anywhwere.
