Fight For You

chapter one

Anna's POV

Anna Martin its your turn to give your report. My language arts teacher Mr.Bradford said. I looked in my red folder and pulled out my book report. My book was The Fault In Our Stars. I walked to the front of the classroom and smiled. My report was on The Fault In Our Stars. I said. Its about a girl named Hazel Grace Lancaster. She has thyroid cancer. And she says her lungs suck at being lungs. In a cancer support group her mom forces her to attend she meets the love of her life. Augustus Waters. That's when Marshall Walker (the school bully) yelled‚ Augustus is a sissy name! My BFF Zoey came to my rescue. Well if Augustus is a sissy name what kind of name is Marshall? She asked. Marshall looked down. Also Marshall XYZ. My other friend Hailei said. Examine your zipper. Marshall looked down blushing profusely. Zip. Everybody started laughing. Marshall looked like he was going to cry. After my report I sat down and started to draw. My talent for drawing is pure gold. In fact I won 2nd place in a state competition before. Which is saying a lot. To you that's barely nothing. But honestly it doesn't matter.

After class was lunch. We had to eat disgusting veggie burgers. School food isn't a treat I tell you. Maggie Burch walked past my table and said that was a real good report Anna! Thanks. Was my simple reply. Barely Anything. But still something. Roger Glass walked past following Maggie. He is so obsessed. I muttered. I glance at the lunch line. There's only like seven people in line. Marshall Walker is one of them. Look there's fucking Marshall. I point to the line. My friends and I rehash the language arts class laughing. Marshall was so embarrassed he refused to share his report. Which Zoey told me was on Underdog. What a retard. I remark. We laugh. Elaine Thompson and Madison Becker sit down with us. They smile. Oh no. Its the fundraiser smile. You see Elaine and Madison run the school store. That's we see them going table to table. Madison said‚ Hello girls. We were wondering if you were interested in a variety of composition books. Elaine nodded. There 5 Star. No thank you. I said. We don't have any cash on us. Madison and Elaine stood up and moved on to the nerd table. We saw all the nerds grabbing for the composition books.

After lunch was gym. My gym teacher was named Ms.Grove. She told us we were going to be playing kickball. Lane Hardin and Mackey Tate were the ones chose to pick teams. After a long heated argument I ended up on Lanes team. We lined up for first kick. George Punt pitched the ball to Samuel Evans. He kicked the ball over everybody's head. My turn. I'm not much of an athlete. Foul. I kick again. It was a feeble attempt but the ball was rolling. I took off running to first base. On the way I tripped over my undone shoelaces and fell on my face skinning the entire right side. When I look up George throws the ball at my head. OUT! Fuck you George. I said. You win this round. But wait. I'll get you back. Charlie Muskin and George and and Marshall all start laughing. I hate life.