Hurt.

“Get out of my way!” he said in a bitter voice looking straight at me, his eyes burning with rage and fury. His unruly hair was scruffy as usual, and his tie undone and shirt half tucked in and half out floating freely; the typical bad boy look I thought to my self. There I was, Emily Brown, that girl everyone thinks is a dork; scrambling around on the ground in agony. The pain was brutal, but I think I’m kind of use to that now… I looked up, to only find him staring at me smirking. I felt so embarrassed, lonely, unhappy, terrified, my emotions were running wild. I was the weaker one in this society, the venerable one, the easy target, the nobody; and he, he was Dave. His presence would make anyone feel unnaturally uncomfortable; they’d obey his every command, with no question. I could feel, what felt like a million eyes glaring at me from all directions. I felt a boiling rush of heat run up my neck and to my face, as I blushed. I looked around and by now everyone was gossiping about me, and Dave was nowhere to be seen. His been doing this for so long, calling me names, hitting me, and taking my money. I can’t take this any longer! I hate it! Why am I such a coward? Why can’t I tell somebody or stand up for myself? Why am I so sacred..? All these questions whirled around in my mind, as endless tears trickled down my cheek.