What's Life?

Not A Really Chapter: 8

"Well that one made me feel better," he said sighing a little.

"Well you won't say that for the next one. "

And so he didn't for this longer one.

Because now we move onto seventh grade.

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"Alright everyone. Sit where you please."

I sat next to my friend Kelly and by my other friend Spencer.

I was hoping this year would be good

*couple days go by*

So far, school was great. I had a few friends, and I would sit with them at lunch.

I started wearing nicer shirts and jeans. I rarely EVER wore jeans last year. I wore my hair down once in a while too.

*now we are in October*

So. A boy who was one of my... Eh, acquaintances, would sit with me and Spencer at lunch too. We used to play a little game, and we had to try and tap each other's feet.

But then apparently things were starting to get a bit out of hand.

He would take my stuff sometimes and give it back like a second later.

Now, he would do stupid stuff like paint my entire pencil case in white out or break my things.

That foot tapping game? That turned into kicking. I remember getting new sneakers.

" Ew those are so ugly, ew."

They were black with a million scuffs on them from him stomping on them. I hate wearing low cut shoes though because he would kick me really hard there.

One day, he kicked me in the knee so hard that I thought something was wrong. I wasn't sure what was wrong either, so I got an Xray. Nothing was wrong, thank goodness, but the bruising was worse than a black-and-blue.

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One day, I was in my English class, and I had a B+. Now, I was so used to getting high honor roll that it upset me a lot. So throughout the day, I was crying.

I knew my parents wouldn't like a B+, and I tried to please them as much as I could.

I hated not pleasing them because then they'd be upset and disappointed at me. They'd blame it on band, which I loved to death. I didn't want that taken away from me like gymnastics.

I was very upset that day.

In homeroom, Spencer saw the tears in my eyes. He asked me what was wrong, and I started crying again.

"Why are you crying," Joe asked.

"You're such a baby."

And then he kicked me. He laughed as I cried.

"Are you crying because you love Spencer?"

*kick*

I didn't have a crush on Spencer. I had known him since preschool, but nothing more than friends.

"Please," I pleaded. "Just stop..."

I know I saw pity in Spencer's eyes that day. Joe actually stopped kicking me... for that day.

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I stopped eating lunch in the lunchroom with them.

I couldn't take it anymore. My legs were covered in bruises and such. My things were getting broken or stolen.

I went to eat with my homeroom teacher. There were a bunch of people who did that. From that day on, I wasn't kicked anymore. Unfortunately, it was about... May. School ends in a month, so I had to suffer the bruises for almost and entire school year.

But I there's an incident I remember. And I liked it.

I was bending down and he tried to kick my ankle. But he hooked his ankle onto mine by accident, and he fell face first.

He told me I was going to die.

But ever since I started eating lunch with my homeroom teacher, my FAVORITE teacher, all that stopped, even if it was for just a month.

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So that year, I was getting pretty good at band. I loved it so much.

I was growing closer with Andrew and Spencer.

Brandon was in my section, and they both knew him too. And Stephen was Brandon's best friend, who was also in band. I knew Stephen from religion classes.

We all became really good friends. We started to hang out on weekends and such.

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Alright, now this is going to start to progress.