I was sitting in class staring out of the window on a dreary rainy day. God I just want to get out of here, I thought to myself. Just then the bell rang, I grabbed my things and bolted out the door. I put my stuff in my locker and headed towards the cafeteria for lunch. Only two more periods left Jason, you can do this. I stepped in line for my tray and stayed quiet, as usual. I got my food and went to look for a place to sit down when a kid named John stepped in front of me. "Hey new kid," he said with utter amusement. " you gonna get out if my way." He then snatched my tray and flipped it on me. Balling up my fists I yelled "WHAT THE HELL MAN?!" I raised my fist ready to strike but what few friends I had held me back, knowing that I would get suspended if I did anything. One of the teachers rushed over, my friends let me go and I backed down. " What's going on over here?" The teacher asked. "Nothing.." I said. "Just an accident."
The next two periods went fine. I finished my classwork and everything. I started on my way home, it still raining of course, but at the moment I couldn't have cared less. I was walking down an alley that I used as a shortcut to get home when John and three or four of his friends strolled out from behind a dumpster, looking as if they were all high and mighty."Well, well if it isn't the new kid." John remarked. His friends and him all had a giant dumb grin on their face. "What do you want John?" I said balling my fists. "Well, to be honest, I just want your money." John snickered. "So give it up, all of it, now!"
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I exclaimed. I rushed him but he dodged with ease, tripping me in the process. I quickly got back up and whipped around, I was met with a fist to the face from one of his dumb friends. Hearing a loud crack. Warm blood started inching down my face. My nose was broken. Wiping tears out of my eyes I squared up ready to fight once more. John swung at me but I grabbed his wrist, and his elbow pushing both the wrong direction, breaking his arm at the joint and dislocating his wrist. I proceeded to punch him in the face, feeling his nose break, and feeling his front teeth being knocked loose. His friend pried me off of him, and held my arms behind me. Making it hard to move. John got up spitting out blood and teeth. "You little bastard!" He retorted. Cradling his broken arm to his body he began hitting me in the stomach over and over. Until I was coughing up blood. He hit me it the face breaking my nose in a different place, knocking out some of my front teeth. He pulled a knife out, but before his friends could say anything he plunged the knife into my stomach. His friends realizing what just happened ran leaving me in a bloody heap upen the ground. John ran. All I could remember next was being in a sqaud car on the way to the hospital, then I passed out.
I awoke in a hospital bed, I could barely breath, and my eyes were both swollen shut. I tried to sit up but a sharp pain shot through me, as if someone had caught me on fire. Just then the nurse came in. She rushed over to where I was telling me not to sit up, because I might open the stitches. Damn, I thought, laying back down feeling helpless. The police came in shortly after to ask me how it happened and who had done it if I knew. "Jonathan Collins." I told them. They thanked me for my cooperation then left.
