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I kept my head low as I quickly walked through the school corridors, hoping to make it to my locker in time. I thankfully got there and grabbed my math books ready for class. Once again I bowed my head low and tripped over someone's foot. I looked up, to apologize, when I stopped. It was James, my biggest bully.

"Ewwww! The fag touched me!" James shouted. He had a look of pure disgust on his face. Suddenly I realised Sam and Jack were with him. I was shoved up against a locker and punched repeatedly in the face. When I was dropped they all started kicking me, and the last thing didn't only crush my face, it crushed my dignity. If I had any left, anyway. James kicked me square in the face and they walked away, laughing. Once they were gone, I leaned over, coughed up blood and cautiously got up to go to Math.

I picked up my books and when I got inside the class 10 minutes later, I got quite a few stares. Mrs Dunrow, the teacher, said,

"Lucas Hemmings, you are late."

taking no notice of my crusty face.

As soon as I sat down, people started the daily ' go kill yourself, faggot.'

Just another day in the screw up I call my life.

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