I winced as my head hit the wall. I felt something warm and sticky running down the back of my head. I touched my head and took my hand away, looking at the blood covering my hands. I heard footsteps fading and the door slam shut. I lay on the floor until my arms and legs stopped aching. Then I got up and limped to the bathroom.

I limped in the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against it. I shivered as I looked at my self in the mirror. I had cuts all over my arms, and there was a big bruise on my cheek. I was also starting to get a head ache, probably from the bump that was forming where my head hit the wall.

I took off my clothes and got in the shower, washing the blood out of my hair and off my arms and legs. I got out and looked at myself in the mirror again and put some concealer on my face to cover the bruise. I put on jeans and a sweatshirt to hide the cuts and bruises on my arms and legs.

I left to go to school in my black Alfa Romeo. I put the keys in, started the car, and drove to school.

I came to school late. I walked/limped to my locker, put in my combination, then got my books. I found my first period class which was math, and stood in front of the door. It was the first day of school and I was late. To make it worse, I was the new kid. I opened the door and walked in, everyone stared at me as I walked to the front of the classroom. I walked in the room and the teacher noticed me limping.

"What happened, do you need to go to the nurse?" He asked,

"No, I just tripped." I answered

"You still should go. I'll have uh… Zach! Zach will you take MS..."

"Cammie."

"Cammie to the nurse."

I saw a boy get up and walk to the front of the classroom.

"Sure."

Zach wrapped his arm around my waist, and I put my arm around his neck. He helped me out into the hallway.

"So what really happened?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, but I new exactly what he meant.

"I mean that you couldn't have gotten all of those bruises from tripping."

"Nothing happened." I said.

Before Zach could say anything else we were already at the nurse's office.

We walked in and Zach sat me in one of the chairs.

"What happened?" The nurse asked.

"Cammie," he said, pausing to look at me. "fell."

"Ok well I'll put some medicine on your cuts and bruises, and you should be fine."

I know that it's cut off weird but that's all I have so far. Should I continue it?