My Side of the Story

Bully

~two months later~

Annabeth's pov

  I walk quickly to class, when someone trips me. All of my books and papers fall to the ground, as my hands instantly go out to catch my fall. Pain shots up my left hand. I lay on the ground, holding my wrist and my tears.

  I look up to see Demontre and his goons.

  "Ah, did poor little Annie fall and hurt herself?" He asks in a mock sweet voice, then breaks out laughing.

  "Leave me alone." I say quietly.

  They stop laughing and look down at me. "What did you say?"

  "I said, leave me alone." I slowly get up, making sure not to move my arm in the slightest, and start picking up my books one handed and slip them in my backpack.

  I feel a shove and all of a sudden the ground comes flying at me. I land on the ground painfully on top of my hurt wrist. I can't stop the groan of pain from bubbling through my lips.

  "I can do whatever I want to you, Chase." Demontre says, leaning close to me. I slowly pull my backpack to me as the group leaves, laughing there heads off.

  I slowly put my books in, crying out in pain everytime my wrist moves slightly. I finally get all of my books in my bag when I feel to hands pull me to my feet. I look over to see Mr. Jones picking up my backpack.

  He leads me to the nurses office.

  ~later at home~

 

  I walk in slowly, hiding my arm behind my back. The nurse had said it was sprained pretty badly. I somehow make it to my room without being spotted.

  I look down at my wrist and sigh. Why do boys have to be so mean? I have never met a kind boy other than my father, but he has somehow grown distant from me, only paying real attention to his two little boys.

  Mom yells at me most of the time. I hardly ever see kindness anymore. I don't know how much more of it I can take.

  A/N I know it's shorter than usual. Sorry, but I'm tired. Good night!