Prologue

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(The prologue is still kind of in a draft situation. It might not be the best intro either.)

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It was 8:07. Just before the bell rang. Normally at that time I'd have already been in class. It could have been just some Tuesday. I was on the far end of the campus. I think that's where this all really started. In the corner by that brick wall. Her eyes looked void of any good emotion. I hadn't seen them resemble anything good in the last 10 years.

"Beat her ass Al!"
"Stomp on that bitch!"
Her throng never had much else good to say. Sometimes it felt like they spoke for her.
I was sprawled out on the grass. My shirt was soaked with the morning dew in the grass, sweat, and my own blood. I never understood why I didn't defend my self like the countless other times.

People were filming.

My own little personal hell was before my eyes. But I could tell. My vision was too cloudy to see.

"I dare yo bitch ass to get up again," she spat, the spit landing on my face, "stupid bitch."

That was her. Alexis Lawrence. She hardly put up with anyone's shit. If you got on her bad side she would slide you. All her "friends" would be there to watch it happen. Somehow I felt like I'd be the exception.

She was hovering over me with her hand heavily pressed into my chest. Her curls cascading around her face. The cross around her neck fell out and landed on my face just before she got up. But my chest still felt tight.

Most of the filming stopped around that time and people began walking away after leaving me on the ground.

Most fights someone would break it up, or get you up after. Not this time. It was more akin to a street fight. It left a bitter taste on my tongue and a burning in my heart.

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