Where Our Hands Lie...

who hits a kid?

The sky was melting into the afternoon as I glided from side to side of the street. As I got further down the street I noticed two tall figures. I eyed the older teens on the opposite side of the street. I kept my distance and stayed on the opposite side. They continued looking at me, and then exchanging looks. Crap, they recognized me.

As they started to croos the road I panicked. They probobly had some buisness with Mickey, and I really try not to get in the middle of it. Today was not my lucky day. They sped up, but I didn't notice. I kept my head forward hoping they would leave me alone. I heard their footsteps get closer and closer.

All of the sudden I was pushed off my board, onto the side walk. As I landed my stomach hit a broken soda can on the ground. I quickly put my hand over the wound, feeling the blood. I looked at my side and then back at them. Before I could even catch a glimse of them, one punched my in the nose, definitely breaking it.

I kept getting kicked and punched everywhere. Even if I wanted to, I didn't have the strength to get back up. I could hear them saying things but it was muffled from the ringing in my ear. Then, they just stopped. I sat up and caughed a little and looked down seeing drops of blood on my shoes. Adds to the mess. I turned my head to see if I was farmiliar with my surroundings.

It just so happens that I was infront of a nice little house. I quickly recognized it as the Gallaghers. My brother wouldn't approve of this at all, but it was my best bet. I stood up, grasping my side, and limped to the front door. I walked up the stairs, each step feeling like a needle going through my skin, to my internal organs.

I got to the door, one hand on the top of my skateboard that was acting as a crutch, one on my stomach. My hand that was on my somach lifted to the door and I knocked.