As I walked in to the cafeteria people pushed me around and called me names like usual. I got used to it. I sat at the table that I always sit at by myself. I didn't get lunch like normal. I'm to fat to eat.
I pulled out my phone and plugged in my earbuds. Music is my way to escape it all. I realized I had a message from my friend that I met online through Instagram. We have a three hour time difference.
"I have a surprise for you," he texted me.
I replied, "What is it?"
"You'll find out tomorrow :)"
This group of guys then came up to me and one of them grabbed my phone. Another one dumped the contents of their tray onto me.
"C'mon fag! What are you gonna do about it?" said the leader of the group.
I tried grabbing my phone back from them but it was no use. One of the guys punched me in the face and then they threw my phone on the ground. I fell to my knees. I felt like I was going to cry. I wanted to cry, but I stopped myself.
