The bell rings,while Mark bumps into me,causing my stuff to fall."Sorry....ummm what's your name again?"He questioned sarcastically."Ummmm....Robert."I knew this was going to be a problem."Well whatever the fuck your name is,I need you to stop hanging out with Joe!"He splurted out."why the fuck did he say that?"I thought to myself."Ok I will"I responded weakly.
The rest of the day was a breeze...unless you count tripping over a parking block,throwing up in someones face (the food here sucks),and Mark spreading rumors of....nevermind.
I got home at 7:00 at night,hoping my dad would be hungover from all his drinking."Where the fuck were you?!?"My dad stated,sitting on the couch."Ummm at school.I joined Theatre Arts...smack!My dad hit me on the head with a beer bottle.I open my eyes ,to a pool of blood on the floor."I TOLD YOU TO BE HERE AT 5:30 SHARP!YOU DISOBEYED MY INSTRUCTIONS!"He yelled,triggering all the neighborhood dogs to bark.I knock out.
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The Last Straw
Teen FictionA 14 yr old boy named Robert is new at his middle school.He trys to lay low but,people notice him,thinking their is something wrong with him.He makes one friend named Joe.Joe is a popular kid(which places Robert a loser)but,doesn't care what people...
