What's Life?

Not Really A Chapter:1

The ground meets my hands and fists as they come crashing to the ground in a rage. Tears roll down my face as I silently scream.

"Krystal?" I hear a voice I know too well. Skype comes up on my iPad to see a call with Brandon. "Please tell me what's wrong."

"Will you actually listen?"

"Of course I will."

So let me begin with what I had told Brandon: the story of my life

I started with the pettiest: preschool.

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"Come on guys, it's time to go outside!"

The kids gathered into a big group to go outside. I grabbed my bucket and shovel, as usual, to go digging in the rocks.I went to go meet up with my friend.

"Ready?" Asked my friend Skye. She had blonde hair cut short and blue eyes.

"Yeah. Let's go."

We walked outside together and went to go under the playground set. That was the best place to dig; The soil was soft and the rocks were wet. I dropped my shovel while running, so I told Skye that I'd meet her over there. I bent down to get my shovel and saw a pair of boy's shoes.

"What are YOU doing?" I heard a familiar voice that I hated the sound of. It was Kyle, of course. I stood up with my shovel, and he pushed me right back down.

I looked up to see the faces of my fellow classmates laughing at me. My butt and hands hurt from falling onto the rocks. Little imprints were on my hands and small scratches,too. My eyes welled up with tears, and I ran back to Skye.

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Why did he do it? No idea. We were about 5. Doesn't really count, does it? But you know, a bully like that is usually mean more than once. Here's another lovely tale:

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" Alright kids, playtime!"

I grabbed my favorite little Blue's Clues backpack. It was a stuffed animal,but it had a little pocket on the back of it, and it had two straps to carry on my back. I sat on the floor and unzipped the pocket. I loved keeping pennies in there, so I took them out.

"Can i have a penny?" I hear the familiar voice again, and shoved the pennies right back in. Of course it was Kyle.

"No." I could not say it anymore firm than I just had. Well, for a 5 year old. He yanked my toy from me, but I was not letting go; I loved that Blue's Clues toy more than anything. His nails dug into my skin in attempt to get it from me. I took the pennies out and shoved them in my pocket. Enraged, he threw the toy back at me and I was happy again.

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So, we have a little tale to begin my life story. I promise you, it gets... I wouldn't say "better", but more interesting as the age progresses.