Phil walked into school fearing the day ahead, knowing it was just going to be another day of abuse and threats. At lunch the dreaded time had come, he was putting his study books in his locker and then was going to head to the canteen to eat. When he heard footsteps getting closer, he knew exactly who was standing behind, slowly he turned around praying it wasn't them..... But it was. Standing there were PJ and Chris, the football team captain and his best friend. "What the fuck do you think you're looking at faggot" PJ shouted into Phil's face. "Nothing " Phil stuttered. "Who the hell give you permission to speak" Chris yelled. Phil knew exactly what was about to happen. PJ threw the first punch, hitting Phil's already bruised stomach from the day before. Phil fell back, causing him to topple to the ground. Then the kicks began PJ and Chris taking turns to kick Phil's small, frail body. As this was going on people in he crowd were shouting "faggot" "trash" "kill yourself". When it was over and everyone had started heading back to class. A boy ran over to Phil's side helping him to sit up. "Are you ok?" asked the boy. "Apart from my bruised and battered body, I'm good." The boy and Phil smiled at his comment. "I'm Phil, by the way". "Hi my names Dan. Do you want me to take you back to my place so we can you cleaned up?" Dan asked. "I would really appreciate that thank you" Phil said while smiling at Dan he felt so overwhelmed that someone is doing this for him. As they drove to Dan's house the car was filled with conversation as they got to know each other. "So why did you help me ?" Phil asked. "Well you needed help, and no one deserves that to happen to them? Dan said. As Dan pulled up in the driveway he said "welcome to my place"
