Jordan's pov.
As soon as I walked through the doors, everyone started making fun of me.
(If you make jokes about Ebola just remember, kids are suffering and half of my family died because of it and I have an African friend who is teased because everyone thinks that he is spreading it. So remember, Ebola hurts.)
They kept saying that I have Ebola which got on my nerves but I didn't have the guts to show them. They kept pushing me around and trying to kill me.
Just then, they stopped and as I opened my eyes, two had a broken leg and arms and the rest were running away.
I looked behind me and saw someone in a red and black checkered jacket, blue jeans, red shoes and long dirty blonde hair.
She helped me up and said, "I'm Kimberlee but you can call me Kim or The Benja! What's your name? Are you okay?"
Someone who cares! Thank you!
