I'll Never Let You Win

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It was three weeks ago since I was knocked unconscious in an alleyway after being a breathing punching bag from 4pm until 1am. My body still hasn't recovered and I've just stayed in my room this whole time, not even bothering with school. I rewrote my song while I still remembered most of it but also made it better.

I'm sure everybody's missed me, or at least I know Ashley has. He's going to have something to say when I get back. Which I'm not planning on doing, but still. He can dream. Your parents get arrested if you aren't at school, right? Mine are probably already in prison, for drug abuse or something. So I don't see what difference it'd make to them. They only saw me for the first hour of my life anyway, before I got whisked away by the nurses, kidnapped by a stranger who I grew up with until I was 5. They then left one day out of the blue; social services found me, and I ended up here. Lovely. I wouldn't say I don't have a corrupt mind, but I wouldn't say I do either. I know what's right and what's wrong. I'm aware of the world around me and I'm aware of current issues impacting the world around me. I'm not a brain dead potato that thinks the only way to get by is through I life of crime and drug addiction. I'm not like that, it seems so stupid to waste your life away mindlessly. Plus I can't smoke weed because it makes me throw up everywhere. But I don't talk about that.

I guess I don't really know what my purpose in life is for yet however I know what I want it to be for. Making music. That's all that makes me happy. Talking of which, there's a Misfits show next week which I'm desperate to go to. Maybe I'll just have to find a way to sneak in, you know because I have no money for a ticket.

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I got bored of sitting around all day, so I decided to go back to school. At least stuff happens there, even if it is bad. I made my way to my locker, humming my song under my breath as I went. I got my stuff for music, sighing because I hate it. Well I hate every subject but you'd think I like music. But the teacher is a stuck up bitch who looks for any excuse to get me into trouble.

As soon as I walked in I knew it would be a shitty lesson. Ashley looked up at me when I entered as I was late, and the look that was on his face made my blood freeze. He looked so evil, so sceptical, like he was plotting something big.

Mrs Lewis was having a go at me for being late, but did I listen? No. Did I care? No. No No No. Later on in the lesson, a group of girl stood near me were loudly talking and messing around. Ashley was getting annoyed by them, so he decided it would be a good idea to pick up a music stand and throw it at them. Only, it hit me. Everyone panicked as I was knocked back onto the desk because my body was very weak at the moment. They all thought it was an accident, but I knew he was never aiming for the girls, he was aiming for me. Like I said, he'll take any excuse. He gets away with everything, so its not even like he has to keep the bullying under wraps. Everybody is too afraid of Ashley to do anything. Which kinda makes life 1000x worse than it would be.