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Bad luck

It's Thursday today, and we are back in school. Hurray!

I would love to say that I feel great, but I don't. Once I had gotten home yesterday, I had found Nikki waiting for me by my front door. She started asking me why I wasn't at the hangout last night, and I ignored her. Wrong move. I'd gotten a punch to the jaw then. To be fair, I wasn't ready for that. Normally, I can protect myself within a seconds notice, but I was in my own world at that time. I couldn't have helped myself. She had warned me to be there tonight.

Kerry had warned me yesterday that she couldn't give me a ride, because of a stupid family issue. So I end up walking to school, and it is raining. When I get into school, I am sopping wet. Kerry is waiting by the lockers for me like she said she would be. When she sees me, her eyes widen to the side of saucers.

"What happened to you?", Kerry asks, looking me over.

"Well, it was raining, and I walked it here", I explain to her, even though it's kind of obvious.

"Yeah, but you look like a wreck!", she exclaims. Thank you, Kerry, for that lovely compliment.

She's looking at my face. Oh.

"Well, I hardly got any sleep, and I had a visit from an old friend that landed me this big bruise here", I explain to her.

"Was it Trey?", she asks, looking worried.

"No. It was Nikki", I tell her, hating Nikki right now for this.

"Let's get you dried off", Kerry says, leading me to the girls' toilets. Everyone in there looks to Kerry who has a strange look on her face, and everyone rushes out. I need to learn how to do that.

She dries my hair with the hand dryer, which is quite a good one. It's not one of those hand dryers that leaves your hands still wet, so that you have to use toilet roll instead. No, it's one of those that makes your hands look wrinkly, and has a soft blue light coming out of it. My hair doesn't dry fully, but it looks quite dry. I brush it, whilst Kerry searches through her bag for make up.

"No. Kerry, you're amazing and I don't know how I can say thank you for all that you've done for me, but I'm not wearing make up today. I just can't deal with it right now", I tell her, not in the mood for the make up right now. I don't care if people think that I'm being abused at home, I just don't want any make up. Kerry seems to want to argue with me on that, but chooses against it, and we walk out of the toilets.

First lesson starts, so Kerry says goodbye to me as I walk through the classes doors. I sit at the back, thankful that everyone is too busy talking to notice my very bruised jaw. The bruise takes up part of my chin, and half of my cheek, it's that big! And it's a dark purple-blue colour.

James and Kayleigh walk in, and they sit in the two seats close to the front, holding hands. Everyone starts whispering about it.

"Devon, do you know anymore about James and Kayleigh?", a girl to my right asks me.

"No. Now shut up", I tell her, not caring how mean I sound. I'm in a mood, I have had no sleep, I was punched in the face yesterday, and I have been called and texted by Nikki, Ed and Pete all yesterday and today.

I would turn my phone off, but I need it on in case any of my dad's friends ring, or even my dad. I inputted my number into my dad's phone so he can call me if he's in trouble or anything. All through lesson, I hear a small hum from my phone, signalling that someone is calling me. I look at it, to find that it's Nikki again. I leave it.

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I walk to the canteen, and sit next to Kerry. A group of girls come running up to her, asking her about the talent show. I shield Kerry, telling them to back off and go away, or I would use them to clean the toilets with. That scare them off. I sit back down, as more of our group arrive.