the story of Michael Davis. A smile story.

Painful Event

Michelle stepped away from Matt in a hurry and ran to Michael's side. She hid behind his tall, slim figure and wrapped her soft fingers around his arm, griping onto his shirt as if her life depended on his protection.

Michelle felt a rough tug at her hair as she stumbled over her feet and followed its direction. "Here little piggy!" Michael looked back at the figure that was standing behind Michelle, only to see that it was a follower of Matt. His name was Max. He had red hair that was almost always gelled back. He had dark blue eyes that looked like neverending depths of the sea. He wore a black T-shirt along with a red and black plaid shirt, it was neatly tied around his waist. Michael stood stunned and confused.

He only managed to stare at Max and Matt. Closely watching their next moves. Max tightened his grip on Michelle's hair and she cried in pain, strands of her hair tearing from their roots as Max's grip only grew stronger.

Michelle clasped her hands over Max's, desperately trying to free herself from his hold. Matt moved closer to Max's side, watching and encouraging Max in his fit of rage, just smiling back at Michael. "Michael why do you look so irritated? Is this truly bothering you?".

Michael began to get infuriated. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance and irritation. "Of course it is, you asshole! That's my sister!".

Matt walked up to Michael and placed his hands on Michael's shoulders, pushing him to the ground. Michael looked up to see a different pair of shoes before him. It was Alex.

Alex was tall and had broad shoulders. He had black hair and beady brown eyes. He wore baggy clothes and seemed to be the arrogant type. There were always some new kinds of rumors about him going around, though he never cared how they made him look.

Alex looked at Michael and moved over to Michelle, kicking her in the gut, bearing his shoe heel deeper as he kept kicking her until she stumbled to her knees, kneeling on the ground before him like she was worshiping some god.

Michelle held her stomach in agony, tears streaming down her face and blood crept from the corners of her lips. She gasped as if she was finally taking her last breath. Michael quickly pushed past Matt and ran to Michelle's side, kneeling down next to her. "Hey!! Are you okay?! Can you hear me?? Sis!!?".

Michelle slumped to the cold ground, the vibrant colors that gave her so much life and beauty was now gone. She was cold, she silently exhaled and closed her eyes, not wanting Michael to see her this way.

Michael picked her up and hurried past the three, taking her to the nurses office. He watched over her until the nurse places an ice pack over Michelle's wounded stomach holding it and applying pressure.