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When Jake finally opened his eyes it was 6:00 a.m., he assumed his mom turned off his walkman since it was now sitting peacefully on his dresser. Henry was still sleeping in the bed across from his, snoring loudly. The Baker house, while always insane, was a bit more so this morning. Jake, curious as to what all the screaming was about, headed down the stairs, dragging his feet. When he got to the kitchen he found Mike and Kim biting each other's heads off. Jake, deciding it was way too early for all this bickering, grabbed the back of Mike's t-shirt and dragged him out of the room, with him fighting him the whole way. "Dude, whats going on?" asked Jake. "I'm sick of Kim calling me an airhead just because i play hockey. Everyone already knows shes some sort of genius, she doesn't have to flaunt it", Mike practically yelled."Mike, tell me i didnt get myself out of bed at 7:00 on a perfectly good saturday because Kim called you an airhead", "No, she won't give me my hockey puck either, and my other one is still stuck on the roof". "Well thats a different story", Jake exclaimed. He walked back into the kitchen and saw Kim talking to Sarah. "Kim, give me Mike's hockey puck", "No I-" Kim started to react but saw Jake's obvious aggrivation and handed it over. He gave it to Mike and stomped back up to his room,grabbed his skateboard and headed back downstairs and out the door. He went to the only place he felt free, the skatepark. He got there and was about to jump into action when he got distracted by a group of teenage guys sitting under a tree. It took a while but eventually they realized that they were not the only ones at the park. "Hey kid, what are you doing here", one said menacingly. "Skating, last time i checked thats what this place was for", replied Jake. "What you just say boy?", shouted a tall black boy standing up. This kid was about 15, and he had his greasy hair in cornrows. He smiled deviously revealing a gold tooth. Jake had turned into a pretty tough kid over the past couple years, but still felt threatened. He didn't care though, he wasn't about to punk out now, no matter what the odds were. "You heard me", he stated flatly. He turned around to leave, the whole magic of that place was that he was never bothered there, but that wasn't the case today. Apparently,however, the gang was missing a thug. So when Jake turned around instead of being able to jump onto his skateboard and escape the confrontation, he ran into a short, white boy. He really was short, shorter than Jake, but he had a very intimidating look. He wore all black, including a folded black bandana around his forehead. He looked strong,and had a scar on his face that was scary all on its own."Trying to escape were ya?" he spat. Jake tried to talk back but before he got a chance to speak he felt something hit his nose, hard. The punch knocked him off balance and he fell to the ground. The rest of the gang used this as an opportunity to gang up on him. The black kid straddled him and hit him repeatedly. The rest of the guys stood around him taking turns kicking him. Jake started to cough up blood and slowly saw his vision blur. Then, he went unconscious.

Jake woke up laying face up in the grass. His head was pounding and he ached all over. He found his skateboard and was extremely surprised when he found it was perfectly fine, then he reminded himself that the guys who jumped him weren't exactly the smartest bunch. He skated home, and was incredibly disappointed when he ran into Charlie. "Jake! What happened to you?" he exclaimed worriedly. "NOTHING! IM FINE! ITS NOT LIKE YOU CARE ANYWAY!" screamed Jake. He pushed Charlie out of the way and ran into the bathroom. He examined himself in the mirror. He had a black eye and his lip was swollen, he was still bleeding from where he got a blow to the nose. He bent down to get some toilet paper to absorb the blood but quickly shot back up. A surge of pain went through his abdomin area. He took off his shirt and saw that he was black and blue on both sides of his ribs, he also has bruises on his stomach. He dreaded seeing his mom, knowing there was no possible way he could hide his face injuries. He fell to his knees, and reached into his pocket, producing his razor once again. After he cleaned his new cut he pressed himself against the cold tile floor and cried.

I know this chapter is short but i promise the next one will be much, much longer. Please keep those reviews coming. Much love.