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The Broken One

Fists

Monday comes way too fast and before I know it I’m back in 5th hour English class. This is the one class I don’t have a problem with. The teacher, Ms. Lucas is actually a half way decent person, unlike most teachers in the school. Ms. Lucas is young, its only her second year teaching. Most people would consider her to be odd but it’s mostly the reason why I like her, she understands me more than a lot of other people. Another high point of the class is that most of the kids in the class don’t bother me, they mostly just ignore me which is fine. As long as I’m not getting things thrown at me, nasty words shouted at me, or getting knocked down I'm usually good to go.
“Ok class, today you need to read chapters 4-6 in your books. Tomorrow we’ll get into groups and discuss what happened. You have the rest of the class period to work. Get started”
She says before sitting down at her desk and beginning to grade papers.

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The bell rings and I put my book into my backpack. Its lunch time, one of my least favorite parts of the day. Sitting alone in the corner of the cafeteria alone isn’t he most fun things to do in the world. I walk out of the classroom and try to slip, unseen, through the hallway to the cafeteria. Surprisingly I make it there with no problems.
I get in line and buy my usual, a turkey and cheese sandwich with a bottle of orange juice. I'm about halfway to my lunch table when somebody comes up behind me and gives me a hard shove. I hit the floor hard, my lunch getting thrown a few feet away. The person who pushed me is almost instantaneously on top of me, hitting and clawing at me. Out of the corner of my eye I see another person approach and I recognize her as one of Tara’s bitchy friends. I assume the one of top of me is too. The two girls are now both on top of me. I try to cover myself but find it impossible with fists flying from every direction, landing blows to my stomach, ribs, arms, head and face. I try to fight back but they just hit harder. I give up and curl into a fetal position, wishing that either they would get off me or I would just pass out, at least
After what feels like forever, the principle and school police officer come running and pull the girls off me. They ask me if I can get up and I manage to sit up. Everyone in the cafeteria is staring as the principle helps me out of the room and into the nurses office. He sits me down in the small room as the nurse begins to fuss over me.
The girls did a lot of damage in a short amount of time. My whole body aches and I'm sure there will be sever bruising by tomorrow. My nose is bleeding and there are several scratches on my face. I zone out for a few minutes as the nurse examines me. She pulls me out of my daze when she asks me how I got all the cuts on my arms. I look at her, with tears in my eyes. I know she knows how they got there and I don’t even try to lie to her, I know she knows, she’s not stupid.
The nurse hands me ice for my face and leaves the room, leaving me alone for the few minutes before Andy storms into the office, looking frazzled with worry and anger. The principle and nurse talk to him before they let him in to see me. When the nurse talks to him my heart starts thudding in my chest, I know what she’s telling him just by the look on his face. I tug at my sleeves, my hands are trembling with fear of what Andy’s going to do. I squirm around on the doctor’s office like examination table I'm sitting on, filled with anxiety.
The nurse finishes talking to him and he walks in, his expression after seeing the damage left on my face turning even sadder and more sympathetic then before. The minute I make eye contact with him I burst into to tears, unable to keep the swelling emotions inside any longer.
Andy comes over to me and wraps his arms around my shaking, sore body as gently as possible. I lean against him, needing the comfort of another human being at the moment. He lets me cry, making a wet stop on his t-shirt from my tears. After a few minutes I lean away.
“Can we go home now?”
I ask, my voice weak and shaky.
“Yes, we can hun”
Andy says, helping me off the table. He wraps an arm around my waist, helping me walk out of the building and to his car.

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Comments

@Haley Blade Sixx
I'd love to hear your idea if you want to message me it or something.

Oh my god! If you wanted to write a sequel to this I have an idea that could be pretty cool.

this was such a good story, dam, i loved it you did such a great job.

AWWWW BEST STORY EVER!!!!!!!! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO END!!!!!?????
Ella Biersack Ella Biersack
3/15/15

Aww, so sad...

Saminbvb Saminbvb
3/14/15