The next morning,
Damion gently pulls the makeshift bandage off f his side to look at the gaping wound his father made with the broken beer bottle the night before. Ignoring the older scars from broken beer bottles, glass, knives, really anything sharp and that could break skin, that riddled his chest. Not feeling the pain, just a numbing sensation in its place. Bandaging it back up with a ripped shirt, not wanting to spend the money he saved to get food for himself on bandages. Quickly glancing around to make sure he has everything and everything his parents dont approve of is hidden away before grabbing his bag and running downstairs, quickly running outside heading to the school.
~At School~
Glancing around at the lockers lining the walls. His eyes skimming over the words written on them and the flyers tapped up on them. Walking into the the office to get eyes darting around to find the exits in the room before his eyes lock on the woman sitting at the other side of the desk.
Walking up to the desk he says, "Hello, my name is Damion, Damion Harri (hehe James Bond moment), I came to get my schedule." The lady at the desk looks at her computer her fingers flying across the keys as she murmers. "Damion Harris, Damion Harris. Ah! Here it is!" She turns to her printer to grab the print out of his schedule and turns to him handing it over. "Theres a mqp right outside the office that you can use to locate ykur classes. Your first hour teacher will get som eone to show you around, have a nice day."
Damion smiles brightly and nods, "Thank you very much!" He turns on his heel and exits the office to glance at map and locate his his class before walking towards it, kicking paper balls out of the way and stepping around
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The Life and Times of Damion Harris
RomansaDamion Harris moved from London to California when he was 18. This is the story of a boy who lives with abusive parents and finds friends and love. It starts out slow, but I hope you like it
