Ch.3 cats vs dogs

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"In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."- Abraham Lincoln

'Beep beep beep' I moaned as the alarm went off, I patted around in the dark trying to turn off the alarm. Knowing it was four thirty, I got up to start my morning routing.

I hopped in the shower and probably took the longest one I have ever taken, by the time I got out it was already six so I went to go get Kito because mom would have breakfast ready and he needed a shower.

I walked into Kito's room, I push him into the bathroom and he didn't even wait for me to get out of the room before he started to strip, he had scars everywhere his chest, his legs, arms, thighs they were just everywhere.

That when I remember what she said and I walked over to him and just hugged him. " Asher what are you doing?" He asked so surprised.

"When I was younger I had this babysitter and she had scars on her arm. when I pointed them out she said that they were battle scars and to hug anyone who had them. So, I'm doing so."

" Oh, what happened to her?" He asked.

" Sh-s- she killed herself in front of me when I was seven. I better get going it we don't want to be late for school". I quickly changed the subject.

" oh, ok see you in a few".

After about ten minutes Kito came downstairs, we ate breakfast and headed to school knowing this is going to be a difficult day. We got into my car, a mercadiez benz, and we were off.

Once at school, Kito waited a few minutes to get out of the car. Once he did get out I tangled my hand in his knowing that this is going to be the talk of the day.
I held the door up for Kito and walked in after, we walked to his locker and the ten minute bell rang, I kissed Kito on the cheek and walked to my locker.

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Once Asher left I garbed my trig. book and some other books. As soon as I turn around, my books were thrown out of my hands. A sharp pain went straight through my stomach as a fist collided with my gut.
"The stupid fag, didn't kill himself after all" Tom said connecting his knee with my head as I fell. "Come on fag, fight back or do you need me teach you how?"

I didn't say anything, I just glared at him.

The five minute bell rang and Tom finally stop saying he needed to get to class and would be back to finish the job. And that is when I ran to the closes bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I pulled out my necklace with my razor on it, pulled up my sleeve and made more red marks as the crimson red liquid dropped to the floor.

I kept cutting tell I heard the bathroom door open and slowly everything went black with a load crashing noise.

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