I got out of bed not wanting to. But if I didn't and Phil(foster father) found out he would beet me even more than he usually would. I hated life here, but it wasn't like I could just run away. I would have no way to survive. Plus they would be able to find me with ease. I went to my shower, striped down and got in. I liked taking showers, it was the place that I could think about stuff without being bothered. I finished up showering and got out. I got out my clothes which were the my usual black jeans, boxers, black shirt, and my favorite jacket. My favorite jacket was just a plane black thin coat, and I wore it all the time. Only taking it off when I went to bed and took my showers.

After I got dressed I made my way down stairs. Luckily Phil had to go to work early this morning and I wouldn't run into him. I took what ever food was left for me, which wasn't much just a old half eaten granola bar. I ate it and looked at the time, 6:00. My school started at 7:05, so I had plenty of time just to relax until I had to walk out those doors into my hellish life. I just sat on my couch playing what I thought would go on today in my mind. It would probably be the usual, walk to school get beat up by bullies before school, then go to my classes, get beat up at lunch, go to the rest of my classes, get out of school get beat up, get home and get abused by Phil, go to my room do homework then go to sleep and have the same exact things happen the next. I laid on my couch until 6:35, then got up and went out my door. The walk from here to the High school was about ten-fifteen minutes depending if I ran into Jordan, and his little gang of people.

Luckily I didn't run into them on my way to school. I got to my school without being harmed. But I knew I would run into them sooner or later. When I got there I waited on the patio for the bell the ring signaling us to go in. Their were a lot of people already there all talking hanging out with their friends and having a good time. While I just found a secluded place and just sat down there hoping no one would find me. I liked being alone it gave me time to think about random things. It's not that I didn't want friends but it was just that no one liked me except for McCabe. The only people who would talk to me would be people who needed help with their work. I was really smart. I have always had a 4.0 average. My favorite subject was math. I was hoping that when I graduated I could get away from everyone here and go start a new life somewhere else. And to do that I would need really good grades.

I was brought out of my thinking when I heard footsteps coming my way. "Well look who it is, it's our old pal Humphrey." The wolf known as Jordan said. I sighed and looked up with a fake smile. I would always have a smile on no matter what the situation. I know it's kind of weird but that's just me. "Hello Jordan, and what brings you fine gentlemen here today." I said already knowing what would happen. "Oh, I'm pretty sure you know what will happen." He said with a smirk. "Just get it over with." I said not wanting to fight it knowing that I would just end up more hurt. They picked me up and held me. They then took turns punching me in the gut. I didn't make any indications that I was just in pain just stood there and took it. After they got done punching me, they threw me to the ground and started to kick me. "I guess he doesn't have anymore fight in him." Alex said. They then stopped kicking me. "I guess that's enough for today." Jordan said as they started to leave.

I was just left there on the ground silently crying to myself. Why did this have to be my life. I was always nice to others even when I was beaten and thrown around my whole life. Why did I deserve this. I slowly got up to my feet knowing that I was going to be soar for a couple of days. I sat there the rest of the time until the bell rang. I got up and walked into the school.

Jordan and his group were smart enough only to hit my body and legs so that teachers wouldn't notice and ask me. I never told anyone. Not that I was scared it was just that I knew from my middle school years that no one would do anything about it. I went to my newly assigned locker and put all the stuff I didn't need away then went to my first period. My first class was A.P. human geography. It was taught by a teacher named Ms. Sanchez. She only really told us the rules of his class and what we would be learning. Time seemed to fly and I was off to my seconded period, Geometry. This class was taught by Mr. Hendricks. It was the same thing as in my last class, class rules and what we would do in his class. Except in this class i had Kate with. I didn't make eye contact with her though and sat on the opposite side of the class room. It was also like that in my next class, without Kate though, English taught by Ms. Smith. I had fourth period lunch so after that class I left for lunch. I got a school lunch and sat down at a table away from everyone. I ate in silence glad that Jordan hasn't seen me yet. I was still hurting from this morning. I finished eating and through my trash away. I went back to where I was eating waiting for lunch to end in about 30 minutes. I sat there for peace for about 15 of those minutes until I saw Jordan heading over my way. Here we go agin. I got up and was about to walk away when I was pushed back into the table by Alex,"Where do you think you're going." He said. I didn't say anything. I just sat their and waited for what was to come. Soon enough they were pounding me not a teacher in sight. They got done a couple minutes later and left me.

I was badly hurt but didn't show it on the outside. The bell soon rang signaling for us to go back to class. The rest of the day flew by. I luckily didn't have any classes with Jordan or anyone from his group. After school I quickly went outside. I saw Jordan and his group standing looking at me. Luckily I had worked a lot on my speed over the summer and was really fast. I quickly took off leaving them in the dust. I got home quicker than I wanted to. When I got there I went inside and was met with a slap across the face. It was Phil and by the looks of it he was drunk agin. He repeatedly hit me in the chest and then through me to the ground calling me names. He then walked away and sat in his chair and watched tv.

I went upstairs to my room. I didn't have any homework today so all I did was lie down and cry myself to sleep.

It was like that for the next couple of months it was just the same every day. Getting beaten and abused by people and getting called worthless and that I wouldn't amount to anything. I kept on getting more and more depressed but I didn't show it. I just hoped that it would all end soon.