My Special Place

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CHAPTER 3

Zachs POV

PART 1

I woke up to a nagging pain in my side. I groaned and slowly and painfully got up and went to my built in bathroom and got in the shower to clean up my wounds amongst other things. When I got out I decided that it probably wasnt a good idea to go to school with all my bruses and I just didnt want to go. Then I deccided to go to my special place about a mile away from my house. I was just going to walk there since it wasnt to far and I was in need of a nice, mind clearing walk. I put on my white t-shirt and black baggy jeans along with my converse. With that I made my way there thinking about the girl in the hall again.

I got there to be met with the relaxing scene. My special place was an old abandoned bridge right over a deep lake. I've never brought anyone here. Sure, people come here, but I found a hidden place that I accidentily found one day.

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                                                                          5th Grade

"Plese leave me alone," I screamed while running away from my everyday bullies, but this time I was in for it. I Zachery Wayne had stood up for himself which had been a very bad idea. I was running as fast as my legs could take me when I fell upon the bridge and they cornered me at the railing. I was tired of getting hurt so instead of waiting for the beating most likely worse than all the others. I jumped. I just turned and jumped over the railing not wondering if the water was deep enough or not I just jumped. As I surfaced I looked for a place to swim to were there was no one to give me their unwanted pity. I swam to a smallish type beachy area and from there I found a small trail, that was partly hidden, and followed it back up to the bridge and walked home.

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From that day on i've followed the trail once again every time I neede to get away or just needed to think. 

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