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I'm nothing special. Just a junior with average grades, average parents, average life. It's boring.

I open my eyes slowly peering up at my ceiling. I sigh knowing that today is just gonna be the same as yesterday. Why do I keep living if there's nothing to live for.
"Zanha! Hurry up your going to be late!"
I look at the time and I have 10 minutes till school starts
"Shit" I jump out of bed and throw my hair into a ponytail. Taking my hoodie and pants, I run to the bathroom. I finish getting ready and run down stairs. Nearly Tripping on the last step. I rush out the door, grabbing my backpack on the way.

I make it to school setting my backpack on the floor next to my desk. I throw myself into my seat as the bell rings. My hearts still racing from running all the way to school.
"So you finally made it Huh?"
I spin around in my seat recognizing his voice. I glare at daze.
"What do you want" I say irritated
" oh come on no need to be so vulgar" he says as he smirks.
"Drop the act. What do you want?"
He chuckles " your gonna come with me and my friends today."
I spin back around in my seat. "Like hell I'd do that" he firmly grabed my shoulder and whispered in my ear. "Your coming with me" he said in a firm voice. I hesitated, but stood up knowing that he would beat me after school if I didn't. I slowly followed him. Class hadn't started yet the teacher wasn't even here. I follow him to the back of the school, getting prepared for whatever's about to happen
"Where are we going?!" I say finally having enough.
"Calm down I was just about to stop" he says turning and leaning against the school. I stoped and  stared at him. He was acting suspicious. The most he's made me do is skip class to get him something.
"Stop looking at me like that." He says obviously irritated at me staring.
"What's going on..."
"Just wait and see!"
I step back and cross my arms. I was starting to get anxious. A truck pulls up with 3 boys in the back of the bed and 2 boys in the cab of the truck. I start to get really nervous. Not liking what I think's gonna happen. I start to back up but daze grabs my arm firmly.
"Where are you going?" Daze says griping my arm harder.
My hearts is racing at this point his grip hurts. I try pulling away but his grip just gets tighter.
"Let go of me" I say desperate
The guys from the truck are all almost to us. I start to have a panic attack. I can't breath, my head is killing me.
"Hey blaze, come on what is this!" A red head in overalls says pointing to me. "Is this the best you can get?"
"Oh shut up just be grateful I'm doing this for you. No one cares about her, she's an easy target." Blazes says to the redhead. I try to clam down as best as I can I need to be in control. I notice that blazes grip on me has weakened, but not enough to pull away. I turn and dig my teeth into his skin.He let go and turns towards me. "You bitch!" I turn and start to run as fast as I can, but I'm so out of breath already. Blaze chasings me. I feel blaze grab me and tackle me to the ground. I hit my head and my vision goes black. A unbearable pain fills my head. Blaze grabs my shoulder and pushes down so that I'm flat on my back he climbs on top of me and draws his arm back. My cheek pulses with pain as blaze pulls his hand back away from my face.
"You gonna behave now!?" He says fiercely.
"You wish!" I says as I dig my knee into his crotch as hard as I can. He tumbles over in pain.
"Oh my god!" Daze says in pain. I stumble to my feet and run as fast as I can. I notice that his friends were still where they were before. They didn't even try to get me. That confused me alot. But I still didn't stop running, I didn't stop running untill I was home. I run upstairs to my room and lock the door. My mom follows me up the stairs.
"Why the hell are you home!" She says pissed. "Get your ass back to school!" I curl up into a ball by my bed and put my head into knees. I hear my mom try to open my door.
"Open your damn door young lady before I break it down!!" My mom it furious now, but I'm not listening. My thoughts are somewhere else.

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