"First day of school? Well I wish you luck. Luck for not dying in this hell hole." He laughed a bit and then the first bell rang. "I better get going. Can I get your number?" I felt myself blush and I quickly wrote down my number on a piece of paper I ripped out of my binder. "Thanks." He said as he turned around and walked the opposite way.
I started to walk to class and I got pushed down by a guy that had bullied my since 7th grade. His name was John. All my books fell to the floor and he kicked them all in different directions after they had landed. He turned to me and laughed. He walked away like nothing had happened.
I began to gather my books and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I knew it was John. I balled my hand into a fist getting ready to punch that son of a bitch. I quickly turned around and swung. My hand was fought in midd-air and there stood van with a weird look. "Sorry I thought you were John." I said really upset. He probably thought I was crazy or something and that I liked to swing my fists at people who touched me.
He let go of my hand and I pulled my sweatshirts sleeve down. "What's wrong?" He asked grabbing my hand again and pulling the sleeve back up. "No stop. Please . It's nothing." He finally finished pulling up my sleeve to reveal "imperfections" written in my skin. I yanked my hand away not dealing with this pain away more gathering my shit and ditching school.
Tears started to form in my eyes as I was running from the school. I sat down on a swing when I realized that I had ran to the park. I sat there for only minutes but it seemed like hours. When I was getting ready to grab my stuff I heard something in the woods that backed up to the park. There stood van with a sorry look on his face.
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My life was hell until I met him
AcakHaving an abusive father, a mother that died when she was three, and a brother who raped her every other night life was hell for Ana Wolf until she met him.
