My feet scratched against the sidewalk's pavement as I walked home from school. You probably don't know me. My name is Riley Elizabeth Smith, I have blonde hair and green eyes, and I'm 17 years old. One more thing, I'm the laughing stock !f the school. Everyone, and I mean everyone, hates me.
I pulled my black bag up my shoulders and approached a corner on my street. The side was masked by a layer of tall bushes. I heard a dull roar of people from a distance away.
"That's strange," I mumbled to myself. " No one ever comes to this town." I rounded the corner and heard shouting.
" Come on, Lads! They're getting closer a boy with a British accent called. My eyes widened at the sight. Five boys were about three feet away, running at me, full speed, and a crowd of people were rushing after them.
CRASH! They slammed into me and I fell to the floor. the wind was knocked out of me, and my eyes refused to open.
"LOUIS! Look what you did! You ran right into this girl!" An Irish accent spoke.
''What do we do with her?!?" Another British voice asked nervously. " We can't just leave her to be trampled."
" I'll carry her, we have to run, like, NOW!" Someone screamed. I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my small body. Oh no.
What if they hurt me? Where are they taking me now? What if they're like Dad and his friends? I began to shake out of fear, still unable to open my eyes. The arms held me tighter.
"I think she can hear us," The one carrying me said while running. I tried to nod, and he seemed to understand.
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Teen FictionRiley Elizabeth isn't an average girl. Sure, she goes to school every day, and comes home to her father. But at school she is bullied, and at home she is abused. When five "average" guys come along, will she find safety? Or will she just be putting...
