Shattered

Chapter 3

I turned in my history test just as the bell rung i let out a yawn.....time for lunch how fun i slowly dragged my feet to the commons i went threw the line only grabbing an apple and choclate milk i sighed as i climbed the stairs back up and out of commons i walked past vending machine turned back and rummaged threw pockets ha a dollar i shouted to myself i stuck it in and looked at my choices i pressed A5 and watched as the springs turned and dropped me my choclate cupcakes i then turned and went to my hidey hole......my school is three storys high...my personal favirote stair case being in the left corner of the school there four windows and 2 stair flight between each floor...and on the transition between each at foot level are window directed on corner bending along with it about a foot in length so on the bottom floor theres a railing wich then leads to a wall with a gap about a foot tall wich leads to the forth window i slide under the railing and scoot towards window toching its warm pane perfect.....hidden and best of all practically invisable.....like me 

I hear footsteps i scoot forward....its hanna she always wears a scarf and jacket but i know the bruises underneth....the bruises that line her arms and trail her neck i then see scott run up and demand to see her neck and arms she shows him.....i lean forward and squint...there are more than last friday "holy fuck" scott screams tears well in hannas eyes "please dont say anything" scott nods his head....him and hanna have been best friends since grade school there neighboors and hanna has to constantly beg him not to tell his parents of the violence next door....poor hanna i know what your thinking.....wow you guys must be great friends....umm no.....im not the type to have friends...... they come here and talk...every single day...and i overhear 

After hanna and scott run off i think to my self wow im lucky.....my parents completly ignore me...id much rather that then get beat by them.....at least they notice here though......a deep voice snaps me outta my trance my eyes dart to the window i watch and listen as eric once again screams at his dad over the phone about his mom....eric is basically the school bully always picking on someone...bringing them down....i think its just because he is upset his mom has stage 3 breast cancer and his step dad trys to help and his real dads a dead beat iv always found it funny..everyone has a story a motive behind what they do and yet no one bothers to figure it out somtimes i wonder if people really even care why people do thinks..humans are always so quick to judge...to hate.....to assume