July 13th, 2004 (Andy's memory)
I sat down on the grass with my sketch pad and bag from school, watching cars drive by and other students walk past, talking and laughing. I opened my bag and picked up my old mobile phone which my mum had got me for my 8th birthday. I saw no body had rang or texted me, so I put it back in my bag and headed home, the hot summer sun burning my pale skin. I got in and no one was home. I went straight to my room and slung my bag to the side. I picked up a magazine from my desk and jumped onto my bed to read it. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash from behind me, so I turned round to see a brick with a picture of me when I was 12 stuck to it. I looked out my window to see the local school bully gang, shouting and taunting me.
"Come out of your pit, faggot! Come fight us!" One shouted and threw a stone towards me. I ducked out the way as it flew into my room and hit my Kiss poster. It had ripped it. I felt the anger rise inside me and my cheeks started to burn red. I ripped open my door and jumped over the stairs and out the front door.
"So you do have balls, kid." One said, high fiving his mates and laughing. I could feel my hands developing into tight fists. I swung for the nearest thug and hit him hard in the face. They all looked at me in complete shock.
"You are so gonna pay for that, you faggot!" After the thug had recovered from my punch, he swung back, hitting me in the neck and causing me to fall over. They all laughed and kicked me hard in the stomach and chest. I felt my mouth fill with blood and spit, watching them walk away as everything went black...