When I woke from what seemed to be an terrible dream, I was in my bed, tucked in tight. I scrambled out of bed to look in the mirror at my slightly bruised face, "They seem to be healing... How odd." I pulled my shirt up to look at my sides, barley any sign of being kicked was there, "Maybe I was out for an few days, and maybe they started to heal.." I looked to my calender it was the 20th, that means I was only attacked last night. Wait.. "HOW DID I GET HOME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!" o.O I couldn't help to think about it as I walked downstairs to the fridge, I then realized that I probably should get out of these clothes and take an shower while I was at it.
~Skipping the weekend~
~At school~
I was thinking about the way I have healed over the weekend, no scars are left on my body. I got pulled out of my thoughts by someone pulling me up by my shirt. It was Jackson the 2nd biggest football player, he was always a nice guy but when he started playing football he became an total jackass."Hey, little one, why you no have brusies?" (Little one was his nick name for me, he was also Jamaican so he always had trouble with words plus he was an little bit of an r-tard..That doesn't mean that I am not scared of him because I am.) "I am not sure?" It sounded like a question. "Don't run 'way next time, you ass will be beat harder'' I nodded, he sat me back down in my seat and walked out of the library and in came the members of the chess team, when they were walking in you could see the many black and blue marks on their arms, faces and backs. I felt kind of sorry, when Gina walked by she gave me an look full of sorrow. I guess she felt just as sorry for me as I did them.
~Home~
I made it through my beating today and I was laying in my bed thinking about all that has happened recently until I fell asleep.

Notes

Okay, so I am changing the "update" rule around.. So I will try to update every Saturday, but I have to have at least 1 comment, vote, rate or sub.. Sorry it took so long for this though..