The amount of times I had walked through the hall having things shouted at me everyday. It's like counting how many skittles are in a bag times how many particles of dust you can find on your duster. I bet your thinking, oh people are always getting names thrown at them wherever they go but they don't actually take it for granted. It has been happening for so long now, I knew they were all telling the truth so what did I have to lie about? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Walking through them doors of the school was one of the hardest things to do. You could have something thrown at you as soon as you walk in, you could slip and get laughed at or worse people could see your wounds from the night before. I swung the door open and kept my head up high. I was going to have an amazing day today, the best day I had, had in ages! Fat chance of that... -Splat- I wasn't even half way through the door when I felt a cold wet slippery thing slipper down my back. I reached out. Someone had kicked mud all up my back. I fled into the toilets trying not to cry. I quickly went in a cubical and slithered down the wall until I was sat on the floor.
I slowly cleaned myself up before standing up and walking into the corridor once more. One thing I knew for sure was that this was going to be a very. And I mean a very long day for me.
