Bekah stood by her locker waiting patiently for people to leave so she could have some privacy. Once the hallways cleared she assembled her books and left. Moments before the bell she entered class and took her seat.
"Okay class today we are going to learn about proofs" her math teacher droned on..... Could this day get any worse? It was last hour and it appeared to be raining hard. Another wet walk home for me, she thought. Twenty minutes into her assignment the bell rang, loud and clear. Every student began to follow out of the room, until the math teacher called for bekah " Bekah, just stay" Bekah hated these words, she had been told them all her life. "Bekah, just stay" "come on beck, just stay" "May I help you?" Me Jonson smiled and gestured toward boxes "I need some things out of here, so could you help me move them into the storage room?". Bekah tugged her lip rig as and began to walk down the hall way, Mr. Jonson, close behind. Very close. As she entered the storage room, she was shoved against a wall, she thought it was Mr. Jonson, bit no the jocks, once the head Jock's first collided with her ribs, they didn't stop. And right before they released me she udered these words " you make me sick"
