Bloody Allie

Chapter 3

What dad meant as training was really training. He took me to the basement and he clicked the switch.  I was amazed, lots of weapons were hanging by the walls. " Okay, Allie. Pick your weapon of choice. Which one do you like?" Scott ask. Apparently he knew everything, but that kinda explain, he's 5 years older than me. "Umm....everything?" I said. He looked shocked but then dad said "Ah, its okay. If you want to train with all of them its fine. But first we're going to teach you how to fight then we'll start with these weapons," dad said. "Okay, but can we start with that?" I ask pointing at a crossbow. Dad just smile at me and said "of course, sweetie."

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*3 years later*

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I was pretty good at hand combat now. And I was an expert at crossbow, bow, and throwing daggers. But I just cant believe its been 3 years since mom died. I was in second grade at school. The school life was pretty fun except some boys are bullying me. At first the teased me but then they tried to push me. But I just tried to think that they're dont exist so I just ignore them. But one day, a boy named Jason pushed me against the wall and said "Oh, sorry didn't see you there," he said offering a hand, when I grabbed his hand he push me back down. Jason and his friend were laughing. I kinda get annoyed by them but then he said "Its so obvious that mother of yours killed herself, I mean looked at you. Pathetic as it is. Who even wanted you?" He said while laughing and them I grabbed a scissor from my pocket and stab him in his throat. Blood was everywhere. The teachers tried to pull me into a room till my dad came. Blood was all over my body. The next day dad said that I had to stayed homeschool for a year and learn to manage my anger. So I did.

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*a year later*

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A year past. I went back to public school but because of my homeschool situation, instead of getting to 4th grade, I had to stayed in 3rd grade. I wasn't stupid, in fact I'm as smart as fu** but it is what it is. The rest of my elementary year was kinda horrible. My friends were scared of me so they ignore me till graduation. Worst 3 year of my life. When I went to middle school, things kinda get a bit nice. I met new people, and friends. They are all nice. Know one judge me by my past or they just dont know about it?. Well at least all of them are nice.