Chapter One

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I jump to my bed and land on my back and stare at the ceiling. I sight and turn around holding myself with my arms and let out a tear. More tears started to form.

"Why...?" Pain starts to hit me hard. "Why do they torture me? I dont do anything." I whisper "Why!!!"

I scream so loud that it hurts my ears from the pain. I hit the bed with my fists. "It hurts. i can't go one more. My dad and now this. Why do i deserve this? I wanna die. Mom why wernt you there for me? I just... cant breath. Send some one to help me." I stop talking and continue to cry. Some how the nights breeze makes me go to sleep sighlently, closing my tearful eyes.

Day light starts to approach my window. The light says to wake up. I breath and smile weakly.

"Today will be great. No one will hurt you. I promise that. Today everyone will love you." I always say this to make me look stronger. To make me feel courageous. To show people that i am not weak. I dont want my enemies to see my weak spot.

I get up from bed and continue to get ready for school and get ready to recieve my enemies threats and horrible actions for this day.

I head out to the bus stop and climb on the bus when it arrives. All students soundded loud and then it became silent as quick sand. I start walk forward through the isle, a boy sticks out his foot and i manige not to trip, but then a boy on the next seat takes out his foot and manages to trip me. I land in witha thump. It hurt, but not really i grew to get used to this. Everyone starts laughing. Without hesitation, i stand up like nothing had happened. I dont not flinch with ache, no crying, and no emotions shown. Itook this as if nothing ever ixsisted, but i feel it. I spot a seat next to a girl who smells horrible. No one... no one ever wants to sit with her. She talks way too much. I am about to lean forward when someone grabs my hair and pulls it furiously. It hurt so much. The person whom had my hair strangling would not let it go. I could not resist, but i had to. I get up with pain and fist punch that faggot with my knuckles and hell yeah he did get me mad. With no idea i let out a tear, but no one notices becuase of my long hair. I couldnt stop punching him, but i got him to bleed out. I didnt know i was this violent. I turn to the other students and yell " DO YOU WANT TO GET HIT TOO!!!" My voice was viciuos. No one spoke. "Good" I mummble and sit down.

I went to to my classes and no one teasedd me. I felt better that today wasn't that bad. I couldnt wait for the last class. Feeling like this was awesome, but i didnt show that i was happy. I just maintained my same face with no emotions.

Today our teacher said that we wernt gonna do anything. So, i just bagan to draw, but our teacherr interupted us, interupted me.

"Before you guys do anything else i have a suprise." She smiled "We have a new student. Come in, Trent" I look up and stare at him. He looks nice and well built, but i dont care he is the same as the other new students in the past. They belived everything that everyone told them about me.

He looks around the class and looks at me, but i let go of his gaze by making him feel uncomfortable. "Now Trent if you need help with math you can ask me or ask Sintel. Sintel?" That means raise your hand and i do. "She is my best Student. She has an A plus in my class. No doubt about it ask her. I look at him " Trent , not a chance" I say with a cold tone and go back to my drawing.

"Ok, well if anyone would like to go to the library ill write a pass and you may go." I get up fast andd walk to Miss. Dream. She smiled and began to write my pass. The reason she did not talk to me back was because she knew my story and understood me. she always gave me a pass to escape from my future. My future was meant to be bad. So she liberated me. I once thanked her, but never talked about later on.

I left to the library and gave her a weak smile of an apology.

SHORT STORY, BUT ILL UPDATE LATER ON. AND PLEASE DO TELL M E IF IT WAS GOOD. IM NOT A GOOD WRITER BUT I TRY MY BEST AND FORGIVE ME FOR THE SPELLING.

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