Bleeding Hearts and Basketball Courts (this is a joke title)

Basketballs are evil

         Hi so I'm the author, Ford (i like it), um this isn't my "first" book but all my other were flops because I forgot bout them. One of my friends is going to make little pictures of the scenes, I might ask another artist friend to also draw but the cover will be all hers, her name is (she chose this) UglyDuckling . I do have some things I don't want for one i do take constructive criticism but no hate, I really tried with this book and will break out into tears when people hate on it. I think I'll update around Friday or Saturday because I can stay up later on those nights, I do have school sadly.  I really do hope y'all like the book so I'm gonna stop with this paragraph and start writing, I do however wanna see how long it takes for me too write this chapter or introduction I guess.  I started at 9 my time. also my friend beta read it

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   I was already having a hard time at this new college. The people here were more judgy then what I was used to, and I grew up in a large town. To the people HERE it feel like an entire metropolis. But I don't think like that. It was small to me and now this was even smaller. I moved in with my dad after the in-..., actually I didn't want to think about that...

    The people here kinda scare me, too. They smile at me when I walk by but if I see them again I hear them whispering about me, even the kids. I mean I know this town is small but I didn't think they were desperate for drama. After I was finished being dramatic (not really). I walked out of my dorm to hopefully get to my next class on time. I'm studying "Musical Arts" It sounds more dramatic then it is, I got here on a track scholarship and hopefully I can ride it out of here. My next class though is History. I'm minoring in it.. 

    Honestly I really hope no one here knows what the fuck happened to me. It was on the news for weeks! It might not of gotten here though, I'm states away from where I used to be. Some rando wolf-whistles me as I walk past. He's not very tall compared to my 6 feet in height and really unattractive, like not even a granma would hit that. I flip him off and continue walking. I'm starting to hear footsteps behind me, and honestly I'm praying it isn't what I think it is. I turn my head slightly, and he is there slouching and staring at me menacingly. I walk slightly faster, I can run if I need to but I'd have to ditch my shoes. They aren't made for running and would slip off my feet the moment I take off.

"Where ya goin' doll face?" His slightly southern accent sounds more threatening then smooth, it's rough like he's smoked cigarettes for years, a thing you can only get by smoking daily. I should know I saw it happen to my mom. Heard it in her voice when she said my name. In her teeth when they slowly started to rot. He's walking faster to catch up with me starting to walk side by side. I'm getting a better look at him now, he's ugly and definitely a crack baby.

    I ignore him, hoping that by any chance he'll leave me alone, walk away and go back to smoking weed and stealing shit from mom n' pop diners. Sadly though as I speed up, he does too. I decide to ditch my shoes and start running. I can feel the hot concrete through my socks, and hear his voice as he shouts after me, I know I'll win this race.

His shoes crack against the concrete he's closer then expected but I'm still ahead. I make a sharp turn and start for the basketball court, our school is fancy and it's inside. The floors freshly polished and seating is uncomfortable.

    The moment I slam through the doors I feel more eyes on me, and then BAM !     Something hits my face. The yelp I make echos, and soon I can hear the creep that chased after me run through the doors. Telling the people that came up to help me stand that I'm his boyfriend and that he'll take care of it. I push him away from me and tell them,"He's some creep who chased me around campus." Hopefully they believe me. In that moment I feel a sticky liquid running down my upper lip. As my tongue darts out to taste it, a metal taste blooms in my mouth, it almost tastes like Iron, or steel.

  A small gasp comes from next to me, the voice is low and smooth, "Oh lord you're bleedin'!" Their hand grasps my bicep leading me away from him.

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Sorry it was short I'm tired My friends did a bit of editing for me and hopefully i'll be able to upload that picture before tomorrow! -Ford