Danielle's POV
No, not again. I walk silently through the halls, each step a pain. I don't know what's worse, being abused, or school. Heck, I could say most people could compare to both of them. I sigh, my back throbbing, and continue off to homeroom. Why me? Why do I have to live this life? But I know the answer. It's because I can endure. No matter what, I always endure my life, and I can't break, no matter what. Want to know why? Because once I stop, I will have given into her, and no matter what, I will never do that. Not even in death. "Ohhhhh Daaaaaaanny!" Someone sings from afar, and I cringe, knowing exactly who it is.
"W-What do y-you want J-Jennifer?" I ask her, the typical mean girl. It might seem like my voice should be full of venom, but instead, it was full of fear. I'm strong on the inside, but never on the outside.
"Awwww, is little Danny scared? I just came to give you something." She replies, and that's when Octavian walks up. He gives qa smile, and punches me in the face, the force sending me sprawling on the floor.
"That's what you get, faggot." He snarls, then they walk off together, Jennifer laughing at me cruelly. I get up, and walk to the bathroom, spitting the blood filling my mouth into the sink. I wipe away the excess blood, and walk off to class. When I arrived, no one asked what had happened, no one cared, at least, no one smart enough to say something. I sigh, and wait for Mr. Blofis to walk in. When he finally does, he's not alone. A girl is with him. She has curly red hair, light brown eyes, and pale skin. Her left eye is covered by her bangs. She looks at me, and I smile at her, making her blush, which in turn, makes me blush.
"Aww, look, faggots got a new crush." Jennifer whispers harshly in my ear, and I flinch. This has been going on since sixth grade, and now, we're in ninth. Maybe everything will get better, maybe not.
"Everybody, this is Jordan Jayden News, and she is new here, from California. There are eight other kids here that are also new, and you may see them throughout the school." Mr. Blofis says. The girl comes and sits next to me, and that's how the day starts.
When school is finally over, I walk out of class, out of the school, and towards the woods, my only escape. When I get there, something feels off. I walk through the forest, and suddenly, I'm falling, spiralling, down, down, down, into the depths of something new.