I walked to school. Once again, Emily Johnson threw a paint bomb on my back. This time it was worse though, it had been mixed with glue and when she walked past me she smudged it more and shoved me out of the way. I, was used to this, my family doesn't know about me getting teased, I haven't told a teacher because it's not too bad at the moment.
When I got home, my father was drunk with a can of beer in his hand. "Move out of the fucking way Katelyn" he growled at me. I stepped back and ran hurriedly up the stairs to my bedroom and I called my bestfriend Natasha. She used to go to my school but she had to move, far away in fact. She would listen to me for hours and never put the phone down, her moving broke me because she was the last thing that I had at my school. Over the phone I would tell her how much I missed her, I would tell her about things that Emily had done.
Once I got off the phone, I went downstairs, it was 17:23 and my parents were asleep on the couch so I went out to the kebab shop across the road.
I bought my food with the only money I had left, I could just about afford a bag of chips. I walked, about to cross the road and I encountered Emily again, she grabbed my bag of chips and threw them to the floor, I knelt down and picked them up, she pushed me to the concrete stamped on my back, I screamed and cried. She got something silver, something shiny out of her jacket pocket and I knew what it was but in my head I prayed that she wasn't going to hurt me. She turned me, my back on the floor, she strangled me and put a dagger to my throat. "You dirty little fucking skank, you're so fucking fat, I was doing you a favour throwing away your chips!" She cackled, "now away with you, this is my territory so get the fuck out of here" she said. I tried to get up but I struggled, a salty tear ran down my scratched, dirty, wounded face. I just layed there, watching her walk away.
