"Worthless!"
"Freak!"
"Spaz!" These were only some of the comments you heard on a day to day baisis. You silently slipped down your high school hallway, hoping to be ignored. But like that ever happened. Making your way to your locker you put your backpack in it and gathered your stuff for first hour history. Walking down the hallway most inconspicuously as possible, you heard footsteps behind you.
"Hey the little shrivel came crawling back for another spell." You look over your shoulder, James was standing there. Your day to day bully, looming over you with a dangerous look in his eyes. Suddenly he shoved you into the lockers behind you, pain explodes in your skull as your head is jarred into the lockers. The sound of your books hit the floor beneath you. Others gathered around to watch and cheer James on.
"Is that all you got shrivel?" Picking you up he kicked your stomach, letting a painful 'uff' escape your mouth. Satisfied with the noise he kicked your stomach again, this time you held in a the noise. But this only got you a more forceful kick in the gut, which you screeched in pain. Kicking your legs as well, each kick making you squeak in pain. Satisfied he dropped you to the floor on top of your books. Leaving you there as the tardy bell rang.
You picked your self up but fell back down with little results. James had done a great job not letting you stand. But despite that you stood up and limped to the bathroom, there you took out a blade from a portable pencil sharpener and begun to slice new gashes on your arm. The stinging of the cuts were a release to you. You only cut three cuts. Grabbing the toilet paper you put pressure on the cuts to stop the bleeding. After the bleeding stopped you trudged to your history class.
When you got to class Mrs. Williams, your history teacher, luckily didn't ask you where you were. Sitting down in the front, to avoid getting bullied of course. Mrs Williams continued on with the lesson.
Time Skip to lunch!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You luckily didn't run into James again and you were eating lunch outside, while it was raining. Just to avoid being bullied, sitting out in the rain eating. Taking a bite of your ham and cheese sandwich, you enjoyed the bliss of not being chased after. The rain was gently pouring down, but most of it was being displaced by the tree you were sitting under. But despite the trees kind efforts of keeping the wet rain off of you, you were still getting wet. But you rarely got this sort of 'quiet time' so you took any chance you got, despite getting drenched. You had finished all of your food but, you were not daring enough to go back into that hellhole called school. Or until the bell rings.
Speak of the ringing sound, the bell rings signaling 5th hour. You quickly dash inside, and avert the swirling mass of students. You rush to your locker and grab the stuff you need for grammar. Turning around you bump into someone and fall down, looking up you see James. Fear hit your heart like a 100 ton freight train.
"Looks like you got away during lunch, now you will pay for that." Picking you up James slammed you against the lockers again. Readying his arm, he tossed a punch at your jaw. The bone jarring smash vibrated through your jaw. The metal like taste of blood filled your mouth, and your lip and tongue were throbbing. The tardy bell rings and James drops you and he dashes off to whatever class he has next. But not before he kicks your head. Blackness creeps up on the edges of your vision, and you black out. Leaving you slumping on the floor, with blood dripping down your chin.
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You wake up to the sound of footsteps approaching you, groggily you open your dull {e/c} orbs. Gazing up you see a pair of deep brown eyes. You shrink away in fear of the person seeing you in your present condition. You get a better look at the person, who you now identify as a boy. He had grass green hair, worried brown eyes, a blue shirt with a yellow vest, khaki pants, and brown finger less gloves.
