My father, Robert, pounds on the door to wake me up for the first day of school. "Get up you worthless ass!" Sighing I roll out of bed and walk into my connected bathroom. I cringe at my reflection, my face covered in purple and blue bruises, my lip split. Pulling my shirt up I see the new and old bruises, some a light yellow, and others a dark blue. After a shower and my regular morning routine I walk to my closet and put on a black tank top with my leather jacket accompanied with black ripped skinny jeans and my ankle combat boots. Grabbing my backpack I rush out of my room and out the front door. I didn't have a car so I walk to the school only a little ways away. My school, Hawthorne High School, is home to the worst people you'll ever meet. There's the jocks, the goths, the wannabes, the geeks, and then there's the Populars. The highest rankings at Hawthorne. Their group has made my life a living - "He loser!" Speak of the devil, here's one of them now. The leader, Ashton Irwin.
