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monday
I walk into the school with my friends. I see Ethan and Wesley talking. Then, I see Layla.
"I'll catch up with you guys later." I nod to them and jog over to my brother. "Ethan, can we talk?"
"I have class, Grayson." He slams his locker, turning away from me.
"Ethan..." Wesley says.
"I have to go. Bye Wesley."
"Ethan." I hiss. "I need to talk to you."
He doesn't listen, but he does walk away.
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I walk home from school. "Hey fag!"
I pick up my speed. I am not in the mood for this today.
"Faggot I know you heard me!" I'm shoved to the ground.
I land on my hands and knees. My bag contents spilled everywhere.
Another guy kicks my gut. "Don't you have any fucking manners?" Robert asks.
Daniel stomps my head into the concrete. Pain shoots through my skull. "Fuck man, you should always respond to someone trying to talk to you."
"Have some respect also, fag." Frankie kicks me in the gut.
I curl up.
"Hey, what the hell are you three doing!?" A familiar girl's voice fills my ears.
It's Layla, I know it is.
"Layla, mind your own business." Daniel hisses.
"Get the hell away from him!" She says.
"Whatever dude, let's get outta here." Grayson's friends run off.
I force my painful body to get up, coughing up blood.
"Ethan, oh my gosh. Are you okay?"
When I'm finally able to stand, I look at her. "Don't tell anyone." I manage, then limp away.
"Ethan!" She walks over and grabs me.
"No, just leave me alone, Layla. Don't tell anyone, please." I shake her off and then pick up my pace to get away from her.
