Emma's pov
Lunchtime.. I put my books and backpack in my locker so I could go eat. I was really scared. I hobbled up the stairs and I went into the lunchroom. Everyone was looking at me. Waiting in line for food and getting it.
I grabbed my trey and tried to juggle that and my crutches I hobbled over towards the softball table with the team. Where I usually sit.
"Oh hey look it's little miss help me." Said a voice that was a little too familiar... Jennifer.
She's been a "bully" since 6th grade. No one cares I'm bullied it stopped once I started softball but I guess since I can't play this is what I get again.
Jennifer came in front of me since I couldn't really turn around. She looked me from head to foot and smirked. "You are so ugly. God you and your brothers hoodie trying to look at cute and cool. Nah, Hun you are just.. Pathetic I think." She said laughing. I looked down.
"What you gonna cry?" She said her voice raising. "Cry!" She smacked the trey of food from my hands grabbing the whole lunchrooms attention.
"Leave me alone!" I yelled at her. I didn't mean to it just came out. I slowly made eye contact with her. She looked suprised she took my crutches and threw them to the side and pushed me making me fall.
"Oh look the little bitch knows how to talk!" She said. People gathered around us.
She sat on my stomach grabbing my hair. She looked me eye to eye.
"Say one more Thing I dare you!" She said into my face. She raised her fist. I wasn't scared I've been hit before so I called her a bitch. She got mad and started punching the shit out of me.
Everyone laughed and encouraged her to keep hitting me. I didn't cry even though it hurt like a bitch. She finally threw me to the floor done with me. She stood up and walked away like nothing happened.
I slowly started to get up. Everyone watched me not even helping. I stumbled to get my crutches and up enough to get the fuck out. Once I did I looked at the softball table and they all were just sitting there looking at me.
I looked at my feet and got out of there. I got my backpack and went to my car. I didn't talk to anyone even though I got a bunch of looks.
I got in the car and looked in the mirror. My nose was bleeding. My eye hurt like a bitch. My lip was cut and bleeding. My cheek had a cut. Great...
I hurried home and just went straight to my room ignoring my moms frantic questions. I shut my door and locked it. I threw myself onto my bed and sobbed myself to sleep.
Johnsons pov
"...Jack she's sitting in her room sobbing. She's really beat up and she wouldn't tell me what happened. She's been really depressed and distant after coming home from the clinic on Saturday... *deep breath wiping a tear* she misses you like crazy Jack. She need her brother..." My mom said. She was crying and I'm sure all the boys were too.
I had her on speaker cause I didn't think it was this serious. Softball was her life I knew without it she didn't feel whole. This was important to her and she can't even play. Now I'm finding out she is getting beat up at school. This is not okay.
"Mom I have an idea.. Call the school. Tell them what happened and that she won't be going back for a while and she's gonna become fully homeschooled.... Can she come on the tour mom?"
