I woke up to the noise of cars passing by.My head was pounding,I felt sick,and I was wet.I got up slowly,pulled the sack off my head,and revealed my location.
I was in a sewer ditch,covered in shit.I couldn't believe this...I felt like this happened to me before,but didn't care about that.Right then and there,I checked around the manhole for my backpack.What if they took it?!?I started to panick.
I searched around the area thoroughly.As I was about to give up,I plummeted down,sitting on top of it.I was relieved,and ripped open the pocket.Jacket,notebook,phone,pencils...I was getting worried,but eventually found it at the bottom of the backpack.
I forced myself to lay down,but when I did,my arms started to burn like hell.I pulled my hoodie's sleeves...I couldn't speak at all.The sight of thin streaks of red on my crisp skin.Their were lots of them,from my wrist to my shoulder.I was scared but thankful because I was bound to do it sometime.
I picked at one of the streaks,feeling the sting.Suddenly,my phone started to ring.The caller read "Joe".I chuckled at the sight of his name,but knew I couldn't call him from here.I figured I get up and start walking."Now...which way?"I asked myself.
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The Last Straw
JugendliteraturA 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...
