"Stop" I shouted,
"You are hurting me"
But they did not listen, they are too ignorant to listen to others, They grabbed more sticks and rocks from the ground and started to smash them at my head, I was crying in pain and begging them to stop. But no one listens to me. Everyone thinks I'm a push over. They all think I try to be cool like them but I don't, I would walk around the school minding my own business and they would look at me, their eyes could pierce veins in your hand. They would whisper to each other about me, Some put their feet out to make me fall over whereas some spat on me. Not having any self as-teem made things worse
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.