She Cried For Help

the real fight starts

I sigh and stand in front of the class, tears welling in both my bruised and non bruised eye. I couldn't say those words out loud, i just handed the teacher the note and sat back down. I was glared at. All around me mumbles filled the air "pussy, couldn't even read one little note" "damn, how bad is it? It looks like she's crying now". But one angry out said them all "who said this?" the now angry teacher looked around the room. The blonde kid that had wrote the note didn't do anything. I sighed and spoke up, pointing at the kid "i-it was him, Miss Jackson (is she nasty though?)" her anger filled eyes scanned the boy. She said in an angry, almost growl hushed voice "principles office, now. In fact, Jordan you go too" i sighed and nodded, getting my binder and mechanical pencil. I walked out behind the kid slowly, purposely trying to ignore any contact. "Jordan." he said in his almost squeaky voice. "It wasn't me that wrote the note. It was Dominic." he said again. I just nodded. "I don't know who Dominic is. But you threw the note. " i said. Suddenly there was a painful impact in my jaw, making me fall and my stuff flailing all over the hallway. I simply just got up and picked up my things. "You really think that hurt?" i sighed out "I'm used to being abused." i took my hair out of the way of my black eye. "My parent's did this. It's really nothing for me." i shrugged and walked off to the office, not saying another word.