The guy that appeared to be the leader stepped up to me, a smirk playing on his face.

"Hey, cutie. What's a delicate little girl like you doing in a place like this? You could get hurt!" He said as he started walking toward me.

I stepped back, but he grabbed my wrist.

"C'mon, Don't run. Stay around and have a little fun with us,"he said.

I closed my eyes and ducked my head in fear.

"Look, guys. She's scared," he laughed.

I glanced up in time for him to slap me across the face. Before I knew it, I twisted around and kicked him in the stomach, sending him into one of his friends.

"You little bitch. You're going down,"he yelled at me.

He pulled out a knife and ran at me. I ducked and shoved the heel of my palm up against his nose. He stumbled backwards and I pushed past them, running toward the school.

I ran as fast as I could to my locker stuffed my things in and ran to the gym.

"Angel you're late," my gym teacher yelled at me.

"Im sorry I got caught up with a person," I told him.

"I don't care go run on the track," he replied.

"Ok how many laps do I have to do," I asked.

"Ten,"he said with a smile.

"But, that would make 10 miles,"I shouted.

"Exactly now go," he yelled.

I angrily walked to the track and started to do my laps around the track.45 minutes later I fell to the ground exhausted. As my breathing started to slow down, I looked at my watch to see I had 10 minutes until I had to go change. I then decide to rest for five minutes until going back into the gym. when my five minutes were up I went into the gym to see everyone was already in the locker rooms. I walked into the locker room without anyone noticing and started to get changed into my regular clothes. After I was done changing, I stuffed my gym clothes into my small gym locker and started heading to my next class which was literature. I walked slowly to literature hoping we didn't have to read the poem we had to write for homework but luck was not on my side for when I got into the class room the literature teacher asked everyone to get their poems out because everyone was going to read their poem to the class. literature class was almost done when the teacher told me to come up and read my poem. I slowly walked up to the front and started to read my poem.

Help me mend my broken wings,
Help me fix this life,
Lord, help me fly,
And return to the sky,
Before my soul burns out and dies.

I'm incomplete,
And lost in denial,
I was testing myself,
This was only a trial.
I soared and I fell,
Now I'm broken down,
I can't conceal this open frown.

After failing so harshly,
I've lost that one power,
Time goes much slower,
Minutes pass more like hours.

I'm weak,
And unearthly,
I'm yearning to mend,
To fly and be free,
I'm calling out for help.
I don't know what I should do,
So I'm turning to you.

Won't somebody help me,
I can't get through this alone,
My wings are both broken,
They need to be sewn.
My heartbeat has suffered,
It can barely function anymore,
I need to get through this,
But I can't grasp the door.

My heartbeats are empty,
Hollow and cold,
Lonely and lost,
Nothing to behold.

Losing reality,
Lying here on the floor,
Nobody to be there,
I don't understand anymore.
I'm so surrounded,
And deathly afraid,Yet nobody's here,
To watch this dramatic charade.

Suffacated by untruths,
Down here on earth,
I need my wings,
To escape, fly and soar.
I miss all the freeness,
And my soul being alive,
Without my wings,
I cannot survive.

As I finished reading my poem the bell rang and I ran to my desk grabbed my things and dashed out the door. I was running to my locker only to see that the most popular girl standing at my locker waiting for me to show up so she can make fun of me.

"Excuse me sam, but I need to get to my locker," I said.

"Hi, I was just wondering if you can get me a date with your friend matt," he asked.

"No," I said.

"Why not," she asked.

"Because, I know he wont want to go out with a slut like you," I explained.

Sam looked at me with a shocked face and the said the worst thing possible to me.

"Yea angel how is your dad o that's right he killed himself so he could get away from you," she remarked.

As she said this, my anger started to get the better of me. I turned around and punched her in the face which made her fly back a few feet.