Dear Diary,
Forget what I said yesterday about things getting better...
While I was walking to football practice, a group of baseball players and football players huddled around me. Before I knew what was happening, I was pushed to the floor and they threw balls at me. Not just throwing but actually aiming and throwing them as hard as they were able to. The baseball players grab some of their bats and began the real beating. They almost broke my arm.
Lucky for me, the baseball coach and football coach came and stopped the beating from getting any worse which I'm grateful for if I'm being honest.
I was sent to the nurse and Niall checked in on me. He sat down on a chair next to the bed I was in at the nurse's office.
I asked him, "How does it feel?"
He looked at me confused and replied, "How does what feel?"
I looked up at him with my bruised face, black eye, and busted lip again. "How does it feel to be free?" I asked.
A sad emotion came across his face and his eyes teared up a bit, but he held the tears.
"I'm sorry, Louis." He said.
I really, truly want to know what it feels like to be free.
-Louis T.
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