(Rachel's POV)
Today was definitely not my best day.
At school I dropped my lunch while walking towards the outside picnic area (where I usually ate alone). That caused the attention if the entire lunchroom to turn to me.
I ran out with the remainder of my lunch and sat alone. I ate in silence while simultaneously glancing down at my phone every few seconds. I looked around at all the people who were also eating lunch outside. I turned and was immediately eager to get away. Michael Clifford was walking towards me again for the twelfth time today. He used me as his personal punching bag, whipping me around every chance he got to diss my outfit or the way I always paid attention in class. Walking with him was two other boys, Joey and Oliver, who were his best friends.
It's not like I don't have any friends. Last year was my junior year in high school and I had lots of friends who were Seniors. But now that they've all gone off to college, I'm left to fend for myself.
I look up at Michael as he leans over me with a cigarette between his lips. He blows out a puff of smoke then stares down at me.
"What's up, Rach?" He says. His two friends gather around him and listen for a response.
"Fine. What do you want, Michael? More money for smokes?" I taunt him. He always asked me for money when he couldn't scrape up the money for another pack, which was usually every other day.
"No," he smirked in amusement. "I just wanted to applaud you on your performance in the lunchroom."
"Michael, shut up and get out of my face. I'm not in the mood for your shit today" I stated, annoyed.
Michael and his friends just laughed as I took another bite of my chicken wrap. To be honest, I was never in the mood for Michael.
"Fine, be that way. I'll see you tomorrow. Same place same time, right?" He laughed and walked away with his friends.
I continued eating until I heard yelling from around the corner of the building. I threw my trash away and went towards the sound. When I saw what was happening, I immediately got angry.
Michael and his friends were beating on somebody.
