First Day of School

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. I get out of bed and picked out my clothes. I wear a white cropped shirt and a high waisted red skirt. I brushed my hair and left it down. I put on my makeup. Just the usual councilor, mascara, eyeshadow, eye liner, and lipstick. Nothing more. I brushed my teeth and grabbed my backpack and my books. I ran down stairs and realized it was 7:55. School starts at 8:15. I grab a toast and I ask Jessica to take me. She drops me off and as soon as I walked in the hallway everyone stops and stares as me. They turn back to there little groups and whisper to each other. I walk to my locker and put some of my books in their. As soon as I closed it, there was Joey. Tall and cute. I just dozed of but then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and leg. I realized that Joey kicked me in the leg and punched me in the stomach. I slid against the lockers and cried in my hands. "Stop crying slut" Joey said laughing as he walked away. I got up and ran to class. "Your late Brianna! On the first day of school!" She yelled. I quickly grab a seat in the back by the window. I liked to be away from people. I enjoyed nobody bothering me. I look up to see Joey staring at me. I blush but then quickly look away.
*Skip to lunch*
It was finally lunch time and I did the usual. Grabbed my lunch and sat by myself away from everybody. I felt as if someone was looking at me. I look up to see Joey staring at me again. I quickly get up and run to the hallway. I turned around and that's when I saw Taylor. "Where you going slut?" He laughed. He walked up to me and grabs my face. "I never liked you, you little bitch!" He pulls out his fist and punches me in the stomach. The first one hurt but the other ones hurt even more! He kept punching harder and harder getting more aggressive each time. At this point I felt numb and I feel to the floor. I layed there crying for what felt like an eternity. A few minutes later everything went black and I couldn't do anything except think about what just happened.

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