Just the Opposite

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My alarm went off startling me. I opened up my eyes, groaning in the process. I lazily got out of bed and dragged myself into the bathroom. I was afraid to look in the mirror, but i did anyways and instantly regretted it. I had dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep and my hair was all over the place from me tossing and turning last night. I looked at my bare chest and all the fresh, horrid scars from earlier self harming. I looked at my wrists seeing the scars that brought back dreadful nightmares that would scar a child's life.

I sighed and continued to wash up. I put on worn out jeans and a black and blue striped long sleeve shirt with a hoodie built in it. I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs to say goodbye to my mom. I went into the kitchen to see mom cooking breakfast.

"Goodbye mom!" I yelled as i went back out and out the door.

"Bye, honey! Oh logan?!" I turned back around seeing a smiling mom.

"Yeah?"

"I will be working late today so you will have the house to yourself for most of the night."

"ok." I said as i ran out the door. I walked towards the hell of a building called school.

I always liked walking, it would give me time to think. When i walk to and from school, i always think about college like: where, when, and how. Yeah, i know i'm only 16 but it is never too late to start thinking about it. I always wanted to go to England and go to one of their universities but mom and i will never afford it unless i get a scholarship but i doubt i can get one.

After a few minutes of walking and thinking i arrived at the school.

To my surprise, ashton was not at the door waiting to beat the crap out of me. I slowly went to my locker trying to ignore all the insults. It was hard not to, but somehow i managed it. I finally got to my locker and put in my combination. I opened it up and put some of my books in while i got some out for my first class.

All of a sudden my locker was slammed shut with barely enough time for me to slip my hand out. I looked over to see who i would have to face today and of course it was the one person i did not want to see. . . ashton.

"What do you want, ashton?" I said with annoyance dripping from my voice.

"We didn't finish our business yesterday. Besides i want to know if you were okay." He had that smirk that i have hated so hated since 8th grade on his face.

"Since when did you care about anyone but yourself." I snapped at him.

"Since you have been wanting my body." His smirk grew wider if that was even possible. I just rolled my eyes and put my bag further up my shoulder. I tried to get passed him, but he kept blocking my way. "Woah, woah. Where are you going pretty boy."

"I'm going to class, where are you going?" I snapped. He chuckled a dark chuckle.

"You're cute, too bad i have to ruin that pretty little face of yours." He said, lifting me up by my shirt. I grabbed his arms and tried to pry them off of me, but it was no use. He was too strong for me to handle.

He pulled his left arm back getting his fist ready to make contact with my face. I closed my eyes ready for the pain, but i opened them up again. I was tired of this crap that i have to go through at school. I finally had enough, so before he could make his move i made my move and punched him straight in the face.

He let go of me making me drop to the floor. I looked back up at him and saw that he had his face in his hands, moaning and groaning. I scrambled back up to my feet and quickly grabbed my bag. I ran down the hallway not even looking back.