I walk into the school and head to my locker. everyone moves out of my way. I get to my locker and get my books for my morning classes. nobody talks to me all morning not even my teachers. I don't have any problems

until lunchtime. I walk into the cafeteria and start toward the lunch line. tori put me on a strict diet as part of my training. I reach for a tray but some big burly guy pushes in front of me and knocks me to the ground. the

cafeteria goes silent. I am genuinely pissed. I get up and dust myself off before I confront him. "move" I say it loudly but not yet yelling. he chuckles and puts a plate of spaghetti on his plate. "i said move." I say it louder

this time and my voice echos throughout the lunch room. he puts his tray down and turns o face me. "you know. I don't hit girls but if you don't shut up then I may have to reconsider." he says with a smirk. bad idea. my

expression stays the same, I show no emotion. I cross my arms. "what's your name?" my voice stays the same, steady, and loud. i'm not yelling any more. he just scoffs. I raise my voice again. "what's your name?" he

leans on the counter. "Donny. my name's Donny." as he says this his smirk never leaves his face. I take a small step towards him. "well Donny. I don't hit girls either but if you swung first then it would be in self defense

so i'm not the one with the problem. now am I?" I smirk and tilt my head. he stands up and moves in front of me again. I take a step back and stand up straight, i'm not as week as I look and I could flip him no problem.

he brings his arm back and his fist flies towards my face. I easily grab his fist and twist it. he groans in pain. never letting go of his fist I elbow him in the jaw and spin him so i'm holding his arm behind him and slowly

pull it upward. he yells. I smile. I kick the back of his knee and he falls to the ground. i sit on his back and pull his arm up again and he groans again. I lean down and not quite yell but say it loud enough that the entire

cafeteria can hear and growl "next time I say move. move." he just scoffs so I pull his arm tighter. he stiffens and groans again. "got it?" I almost yell. he just nods and I get up and he rolls over onto his back and

his arm his arm I smirk and take the tray he had gotten with the spaghetti on it and dump it on him. I smile and grab the tray and pick up a plate of salad, an apple, a coffee, (black, with 2 creams and one sugar.) and head

over to a table at the very back where a group of freshmans are sitting. they all rush to pick up their trays and leave. I mumble 'pansycakes' as I sit down. I eat my lunch and the rest of the afternoon is uneventful.

after school I head to the parking lot and walk over to my bike. i'm almost there when I see caleb walking towards me. I stiffen and when he calls my name he uses the same voice he always uses when he's upset. I turn and

see the gang staring at me from the picnic table. I turn around when I hear him. "Beatrice." he says. he's right in front of me now. "Beatrice. how dare you hit me. how dare you leave and how dare you do that to that

young man in the cafeteria." his voice is a deadly calm whisper. i hunch my shoulders and look at the ground. 'come on caleb not here. not now.' i think to myself as he grabs my chin and yanks my head up. "bea. look

at me when i talk to you." his voice sends chills down my spine. "your going to get your stuff and come home. do you understand?" "no." i say firmly. his eyes go wide and he looks furious. he punches me in the jaw

and i fall to the ground i pull myself up onto my hands and knees and he kicks my stomach. i couch and hear footsteps approaching. i stand up and they stop. i stand up as tall as i can and look at caleb. inside i'm

terrified but i can't be anymore. "no." i say it louder this time. he swings his fist at my face but i catch it and punch him in the face. he's on the ground. "the place you live is not and never will be my home." i say

through gritted teeth. "Beatrice. you love me. don't do this" i cut him off before he can say anything else. "i don't love you caleb." i say loudly. by now he's up and he's staring at me. "not anymore. you never loved me

and it took me a long time to figure that out." my voice is cracking as i start to cry. "i'm not afraid of you anymore. you can't hurt me anymore caleb." i'm crying but i yell at him anyways. "yes i can." he whispers. i fill

with fear and take a step backwards. everyone is looking at me as caleb punches me again and i fall to the ground he starts kicking and hitting me and i scream and cry i try to get up but he pushes me over with his

foot and he continues punching me. i'm screaming and crying so loud it hurts. i feel something pull him off me and i stand up and run to my bike. i trip a couple times before i get there. i pull my helmet on and jump

on. i ride away as fast as i can. i look in my rear view and i see four on top of him beating the crap out him and zeke will and Uriah have to pull him off. i bike to tori's and when i get inside i grab my gym bag and go

back out to my bike and ride to the gym. when i get there i change into black booti shorts, a black sports bra and my neon pink nike trainers. i pull my hair up into a high ponytail, wrap my knuckles with my red tape

and walk over to the punching bags. i put on my music and put on die young by ke$ha and bounce on by balls of my feet and stretch my kneck. i take a deep breath i punch it as hard as i can and it starts to sway.

soon i don't even focus on how hard i'm punching i just focus on my sequences. 'kick, kick, punch, knee, elbow, punch, punch' i'm so focused that i don't realise when the tape on my knuckles rips. the thing that brings

me back to reality is when the bag falls to the floor. 'oops' is all i think. i look at my knuckles and my hands are severely bruised, ripped and bloody. i look back at the bag and it's ripped. i walk to the front and go up to

the lady at the desk. "um. one of your punching bags is broken." i say scratching my head. the lady here tonight is named emmie. she's known me for a while. she looks at my knuckles and back to my face and nods. i

give her a small smile and walk back to the training room. i take care of my hands and retape them and go to a different punching bag. i put my music back on and start again with my sequences. the pain is agonizing

but i ignore it and let myself cry silently. eventually the bag falls again. i just stand there staring at it and i feel a hand on my shoulder. "i think you should go home six." it's emmie. i nod and turn around and wipe my

face. i grab my bag and helmet and don't bother changing before i ride back to buds. i go inside and tori stands up from the couch and gives me a sad face. i nod and give a small smile as to say i'm okay then go to my

room. i change into mini shorts and a different sports bra and clean my hands. i don't bother wrapping them before i go to bed. i'm not going to school tomorrow, i'm just going to spend the day at the gym. my head

hits the pillow and i instantly fall asleep.