This story begins with a young boy. His name was Johnathan. Johnathan was 11 years old the day his story started. He was very pale and short and skinny. He did not eat a lot because all of the foods he tried didn't satisfy him. Everyone called him strange. But he was a pretty normal kid besides that.
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Johnathan's back slammed against the wall and he fell to his knees. He tried to get up but was kicked in the gut repeatedly. His green eyes pleaded to the school and neighborhood bully, Zayne.
Zayne laughed and kicked him again but stopped as he heard heels hurrying down the hall. He narrowed his brown eyes at John. "Your luck will soon fade, you little shit." Zayne kicked him one last time in the head before hurrying off.
A young girl with long black hair held the principals hand and dragged him down the hall and pointed at John. "There he is Mr. Zuckler!" The girl kneeled down next to him and helped him up. John held his head, his hand turning wet with a warm liquid.
Blood was running down the side of his face. He leaned against a wall and two nurses hurried over. His vision blurred and he didn't notice anything except the pounding in his head. He fell and lost consciousness.
Sorry it was short. Hope you enjoyed it though
