I don't own the picture... again.
The alarm went of, signalling to me to get up or I'll be late for school. I got up and did all the usual things you do before going to school. Eating breakfast, having a shower, brushing your teeth, et cetera.
I lived with my parents, but they both worked night jobs, so they weren't here at night, and were asleep during the day. One must never, never wake them up in the day, or you'll regret it. My mother was a doctor, and my father was a nurse, and they both worked in the same hospital. My mother is very loving, but my father usually seems distant when I see him.
I grabbed my keys on the way out and started walking to school. I lived about half an hour away from school. I lived in a nice area, but had to walk through a few dark alleys before getting to school.
"Hey (Y/N)." Said Carl.
"H-h-hi C-Car-arl. Th-the usual?" I asked.
"Yep, come on. Let's get this done with so you get to school on time, ok?" He said. I nodded, and took out all my valuables, excluding my keys. That's the one thing of value I'm allowed to keep. "Alright. See you tomorrow, kid."
"B-b-by-bye C-Carl!" I Said back loudly, waving.
This was the norm. I've been mugged so much I've come to become acquainted with my assailants, or assailant. It happened to only be Carl in this neighbourhood. He's nice, once you get to know him. I continued on my way, not looking at anyone, let alone greeting them. I was too shy.
I saw the entrance to the school just a few dozen meters away, but... as usual, she tapped my shoulder. I slowly turned my head, but received a punch it the gut, and then an uppercut in the jaw, sending me up into the air and landing with a thud on the floor.
"I told you not to get in my way again, you piece of filth!" she yelled at me.
"Y-y-ye-yes m-ma'am... i-i-it w-won't h-hap-happen ag-gain..." I replied, making sure not to get up.
"You little sh*t! What?! You can't even get up? Pathetic!" She shouted. She then kicked me in the abdomen and walked off. I curled up into a ball before finally plucking up the courage to get up and head to class. The bell was about to ring anyway.
She was Jessica. She was generally considered to be the students' leader, or their tyrant, whichever way you want to look at it. She takes lunch money, locks people in the toilets of the opposite sexe, and beats people up. For some reason, I seem to be her prime candidate for bullying, and she always takes her chance to make my life miserable.
After a few classes with various teachers, I went to lunch. I took a tray and got in the queue and waited to get to the front of the queue to get the daily grub. As I walked into the lunch room, I went to sit down at an empty table in the corner and sat down. I started eating.
As soon as I had taken the first bite, however, Jessica came along with her gang of delinquents. They sat down around me. She then put all my food on her plate, and then pushed me to the floor and threw my empty tray on my head. Her lackeys laughed at me, as did she. Why did she always target me? It's horrible! However, I never showed emotion. I kept my face neutral, at all costs. Even if it chipped away at my sanity, I didn't want to be beaten up.
I got up, took my tray, and left, without saying a word. I sat on a bench in the school courtyard and waited for Bell to ring to signal the end of lunch. Halfway through my wait, though, I was interrupted... by Jessica...
"Don't tell anyone or you're dead, shrimp!" She ordered. I simply nodded.
She then grabbed me by the hair and threw me on the floor. She kicked me repeatedly, breaking my ribs. She sat on my chest and started to pummel everywhere but my face with a flurry of punches. By then end of it, I was on the brink of unconsciousness. She then left after a final kick in my side.I shakily got up and headed to the bench to sit down again and to rest a bit before class.
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