Written By: xxPyRaxx

Chapter One

School Bullies

She walked through the halls of the school, clutching her books against her chest for dear life and she was slouched over. Her long curly red hair like the color of fire fell in front of her ocean blue eyes and a large purple bruise on her right eye. She wore a long sleeved white turtle neck and a pair of old torn jeans and sneakers. She avoided all eye contact with her peers. It was lunch time and she had no lunch at all. Her father was too drunk to care let alone to make her one and besides, she was still being punished so she couldn't eat, she wasn't allowed to.

Her wet sneakers squeaked as she went down the quiet hall and sniffing back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. She was 13 years old; she was too old to cry. Besides, her father told her that crying was for weaklings and she didn't want to be weak. That would only upset her father more, and she doesn't want that.
"Hey!" a familiar voice called down the hall "Time for your daily beating!"
She knew that voice all too well. It belonged to the school's number one bully: Thomas Bradley. She paused, not out of obedience but out of fear. Where ever Thomas was, his two dumb witted friends; Jonathan Johnson and Derrick Thomson wouldn't be too far behind. They always traveled and worked together when they ganged up on her and beat her up.
When she heard three pairs of hurried footsteps, she dropped her school bag and books and took off down the hallway. No matter how fast she ran, she knew Thomas and his friends wouldn't be far behind.

It didn't take them long to catch up to her since she couldn't run very fast, due to her bruised ribs that she got from her dad when he was drunk three nights ago.
Jonathan grabbed the red head by her waist. She tried to pry his hands apart but she couldn't.
"How many times do we have to tell you, not to run away?" Thomas asked and gave Derrick a nod and he punched her in the gut. She doubled over in pain. She dropped onto her knees when Jonathan let her go.
"Where did you get that bruise on your eye? We didn't give you that" Derrick asked when he saw her eye.
She didn't answer. All she could really concentrate on was the extreme pain that she was experiencing.
"Not going to tell us? Fine, have it your way than" Thomas told her and he gave her a hard kick in her already bruised ribs.
She gave out a painful gasp as she fell onto her side.
Why did they have to kick the side that her father bruised?
Each of the three friends took turns kicking her.
"Please, stop. Please?" she pleaded but it just went on deaf ears.
With every kick she got, it was getting harder and harder for her to breathe.
The only thought that she could think of was that 'The first day I was allowed out of the pantry, this had to happen.'
She pleaded one last time with the last breath that she had before she lost her wind out of her before her whole world went black.