I stare blankly at the white paper in front of me. Darkness shifted through the window embellishing me in silence and blackness. Completely unaware of the time i shook my mind off of the essay and pushed away from my porcelain white desk. Grenade played softly in the background as i step over open Seventeen magazines and black Uggs.
The sounds of bickering brothers and nagging single-parent mothers leave my mind as i cross over and down the steps, heading towards the lake. The sun turned to moon slowly but i knew for sure nightfall was coming. Crackling sounds of pebbles crunched under my purple Vans.
As i rounded the cement corner i saw a group of men wearing white T's and black pants. Ignoring them i headed faster and steadier towards the shimmering lake.
"Hey, You're Ashlynn Brooksfield, right?" One of them shouted. I hastily turned toward them.
"No."
"Yeah, you are! You're in the 9th grade? correct me if im wrong?"
"Leave me alone!" I said sharply.
They made 'Ayy' sounds and grunting as they jogged up to me. One of them, a blonde with iceberg blue eyes stayed back, staring at their friends in disgust.
"Hey, babe, where you goin'? We ain't finished with you yet." This boy whose name i realized later was Quentin started shoving me to the dark alley a few feet from me.
"Stop! Don't touch me! Leave me alone!" I screamed. My LG neon dropped out of my phone, the screen shattering. I started to flail and kick as they held my arms behind my back. The hairy arms wrapped around my neck, turning me pale and light blue. I bit down as hard as i could, and tasted his thick blood, pouring out of the two imprints i left on his wrist.
"Shit! You little bitch im gonna cut you up!" As i picked up my phone and bolted one of them stopped in front of me. Blue eyed boy.
"Quick! come with me, you'll be safe." He held my hand and ran. picking up pace one of the other boys ran in front of us. They held him back and one of them stroked through my auburn hair, which was now all over the cement, as one of them started taking chops of it off, pulling it. Blood poured as my veigns bulged, giving me enough blood to live. Quentin pulled a silver knife, which gleamed under the moon out of his pocket.
Gasping for breath as cut my neck i screamed and took my last breath, i could of just stayed home and did my essay.
