I looked at bruises in the mirror, looking over the marks Antonio had left this time. I knew I was late for my welding class agin, but I had to make sure I wasn't bleeding. My entire back stung with the air touching it. When I saw no blood I threw my shirt back on, heading for my favorit class.
"Francis," I walk to his desk, knowing I could just go to work and not be tarty,"I was late today."
"You know your the only student that tells me?"
"Yes sir."
"Go to work," he went back to his computer. I walked to one to my stuff and started to work, getting lost in the art. I was almost finished with an all mettle picture frame, simple in the idea. But complex with the detail, I was always careful with the detail.
Far to soon I was heading to history, Lizzy still refusing to speak with me. The others fallowing suit, I leaned into my locker trying to keep myself together. Lizzy and Tally laughed about some boy band I knew nothing about, neither looking my way.
Lizzy was supposed to be my forever type best friend, now she doesn't even see me. Her or the other three, to them just another person.
The bell rang, yelling me I'm late for yet another class. With a sigh a grab my books and rush down the hall to my next class.
