Left Behind (18+)

Chapter Two: First Day

My head bashes the window with a quick but painful hit that left a bump on my forehead because the driver has just hit a speed bumb that stupid fuck I really wonder where the driver gets her license.

As I rub my head painstakingly I see Chairman High right out my side of the window, its such a ghetto looking school with Spanish gangs smoking on the side of the building and graffiti tainted walls and police suspiciously talking with some black kids on the other side of the school and some of the windows looked cracked or either bashed open.

As I walk out of the bus some guy called me out by my jacket , I couldn't notice who until finally he was already near me, he looked tough and he had some crew behind him like probably five or seven people and one of his crew members called out

Yo Frankie fuck you want with this fool man?

So that made it easy to find out who has more authority over these guys...Frankie.....this guy really looked like he has been through shit just by what he wears and looks like, you don't see people wearing the latest black and white Adidas with a black tight tank top and his golden chain but what had me most curious was that scar Above his eye....he seemed very strange, now he started speaking.

Aye cabrón this is my turf you better walk your ass to school grounds.

I could see why he wasn't scared he had his crew right behind him, I could see them flinching over at me thinking I'm scared of these low lives, I didn't like this guy and didn't like what the fuck he is saying.

First of all hijo de puta mirando estúpido you should shut the fuck up and mind your own business because you don't own shit.

He smiled?! Why would he smile that makes no sense, I feel sweat coming down my face as I try to figure him out, suddenly he strikes me at my jaw and I hit the ground harder than a brick, he throws jab after jab at me on the ground fuck I can't see the hits now Frankie busted my lip I feel the dazing pain move across my face, he then kicks me straight into my stomach with his Adidas, the agony was too much for me so I started spitting blood over the ground beneath his feet, I thought I was gonna be another dead body people usually find on the street, a cop walks up and stops Frankie he tells him "Frankie do you want to end up in probation again? So I suggest you hall ass back to class before I arrest you" They walk away scoffing and then the cop helps me up and studies my face strongly, "son have you been smoking any marijuana lately?" I see why he asked, my eyes are bloodshot and filled with tiny tears from the beating Frankie gave me.