social casualty

i woke up in a cold sweat, i had another horrible dream last night, well you couldn't really call it a dream as it was more of a nightmare, about the bastard that caused my bruises. I got up out of my bed and ran to the bathroom to empty my bladder, after I was finished I jumped into the shower ..

*FLASHBACK* (to the nightmare)

I was walking along a dark street, I could sense someone behind me, I quickened my pace and risked a look over my shoulder sure enough he was there, at that point I was running away from the person that had made my life hell for the past three years...

*Present day*

I got out of the shower and towel dried my green hair, wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into my room, i shed my towel and grabbed a pair of boxers and pulled them on along with my tight skinny jeans and an american flag tank top.

when I was finished getting dressed i grabbed a hoodie and my bag and ran downstairs, I was already running late so everyone was gone. I grabbed an apple and a bottle of water and ran out the front door, I continued walking at a fast pace to the bus stop.

when I got to the bus stop the bus was already there so on any normal day it would have been simple to just walk on the bus sit down and be on my merry way to school, but today was not any normal day standing there at the bus stop sneering at me in all his ripped jeans, lip priced blond quiffed glory was Luke Robert Hemmings the bastard that had made my life hell for the past three years...