"Life's a bitch." I mutter to myself as I walk home. School wasn't quite over yet, but fuck it. I was failing everything even though I know for a fact I was doing pretty good. I know because I once stole the answer key in a fit of vengeance to see what mistakes I'd made. By all accounts, I should've gotten a B+ as opposed to the solid F I'd gotten. I didn't know who was out to get me, but all was not well at Lemon High.

So I cut out early and decided to head over to True's house. My place was a nuclear time bomb of parental anger just waiting to explode, so it was best to avoid it. Hell, they wouldn't give a shit if I didn't show up so long as I called in to let them no I was dead.

True was my best friend, had been for quite awhile since we had a lot in common: same type of games, anime, and fanfiction writing. We also shared shitty parents, but at least his parents weren't ever really around.

True always tented to stay in school until the day was over even though we both knew it was pointless, so I figured I'd be home before he was. Maybe I could get away with sneaking into his house and playing an hour or two of Undertale before he showed up, maybe show his sister a few episodes of Kill la Kill. It was gonna be a good time.

Then it all went to shit.

I'm not exactly the most popular girl around, unless you consider bullying and death threats from dumbasses popular. So I wasn't exactly surprised when I heard laughing from a group of morons in their truck that had slowed down next to me. "Well if it isn't miss 'Sin'." They laughed. My name had been a topic of humor for most since say one. I can't say I blamed them at first, but after the jokes hit triple digits, you'd think they'd get old.

These guys probably went to lemon high to if they recognized me, but they weren't skipping out for the same reason as me. They were doing it because they were jackasses and could get away with it. "Maybe we should invite her back to my place, see how 'sinful' she gets after a few drinks!" More laughter from the peanut gallery, "Gross man, who the hell knows where the little slut's been 'sinning'. You might catch something!"

"Eat a dick asshole." I called over. Not exactly elegant, but it gets my point across. "Looks like the little bitch has a mouth on her." Of the the douche guys chuckled, "Think we should teach her how to use it?"

Oh hell.

The guys pulled over, three of them jumping out of the truck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Me and True had been in a lot of fights with others before, as Murphy's Law loved making us it's bitch and we were easy targets. We'd already decided that it was always the best option to run; as we were almost always faster, knew quick ways to lose chasers, and it would keep us from getting hurt.

But as much as I knew and understood this, I could never help getting at least one shot in. I can't help it, I've always been a 'go down swinging' kind of girl, and hated running away even if it was smarter. That's why I grabbed the closest fist sized rock I could find and hurled it at the guys, nailing one of them in the mouth.

I grinned at his yelp of pain and surprise. Served the asshat right. Any pride I felt for the moment, however, melted away when I saw the the other two rush me, now pissed off. Okay, I'm not the greatest at planning ahead, sue me.

I turned to run, but my leg was grabbed before I could get anywhere and I took a header into the dirt; grunting as my face bounced off another rock. the guys flipped me over; one smashing their fist into my mouth, the other kicking me in the gut. I yelped as pain shot through me and the wind was knocked out of me, and I curled up in a ball on the ground.

"Not so tough now huh you little skank?" They laughed, kicking me in the side again. One of them leaned down to me, either to whisper some insult or to hit me again, and I took the opportunity to spit the blood that had pooled in my mouth into his face. He yelped in surprise, stumbling back as I swung my leg up, kicking his friend in the crotch.

I scrambled to my feet. I couldn't run as fast as I'd like to in this condition, but I hoped with one of them wiping blood out of his eyes and the other doubled over in pain, I'd be able to get the hell out and make it to True's place.

Okay, so it took a bit longer to get to True's than I thought it would. Those assholes had friends and they kept popping up all over the place; making me need to take a different route to True's. By the time I finally got there, he was already home.

And thank god for it. Two more of those jerks jumped me on the street outside his house before I saw them coming. True grabbed my arm and hauled me inside away from them before I tried to do something stupid. Or rather, stupider than I already had.

"What happened?" True questioned me while we bolted for his house. "I was walking along, minding my own business, and they said something about me cheating on a test." I said, you know, like a liar.

"Yeah well, they must've failed the test and saw how good you did, and decided to take it out on you; right?" True said. "Right." I said. Sure, let's go with that.

We made it inside, stopping in the living room to catch our breath. True's little sister came in, rushing to us and giving us both a hug. "Big brother." She said, as though she'd been afraid she wouldn't see him again, which she probably had.

"Hey, how are you doing?" True asked. "Great now that you two are back." His sister said with a smile.

"Where are your parents?" I asked, knowing they wouldn't be here. True rolled his eyes, "Some Motel called the 'Lover's Den'."

Lover's Den was a trashy motel down town where people under a lot of stress, or just people with some money to blow and free time, could go to fuck each other's brains out. I'd never even been in that side of town before, and somehow still had rumors of me being seen leaving the place with various guys.

We headed to True's room to kill a few hours with Mario Party 9, which True's sister totally cheats at by the way. When it started getting dark I called my parents. They answered then hung up when I said, "hey", not needing more than that to decide I was alive. Figuring I'd say at True's for awhile, we called his parents to ask if it was okay.

I didn't hear what his mom said, but I did pick up on moaning in the background. Seriously? She couldn't stop fucking to answer the phone? Whatever, they weren't gonna be around for a week and I could stay over. We'd need food if I was gonna stay over, and I volunteered to go do the shopping. "No, I'll do it." True said, "You didn't do so well with those bullies earlier."

"I was in shock okay? I'll be fine." I assured him, but he wasn't having it. After about ten minutes of arguing, we decided to let True's sister decide who stayed and who went out for food. She bit her lip, clearly not wanting to make either of us upset.

"I think true should go Sin...you had blood on you when you showed up." She said. I sighed, conceding. "Okay, but if you aren't back in two hours, I'm coming after you." I told True, who nodded as he grabbed some money and headed out to get us food. I didn't like him going out there alone, but majority rules. True was always better at avoiding conflicts than I was, so I figured he'd be fine.

Or at least, I hoped he would.

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