Shadow

Chapter 2

Jack Johnson POV:
I groan in pain as I try and get up. Everyone is either looking at me or looking away. That's how they always are. They look but not one of them help.

I grab on the lockers and pull myself up. They just look away from me as i struggle to walk. With every movement I get pain everywhere.

The worst part is that I can't ever stand up to him or he will beat me even harder. Even the teachers don't help me.

I pick up my books and walk to my classroom.

Well not walk exactly but limp.

It feels like I am getting stabbed everywhere.

When I make it to the classroom I limp over to the back of the class.

"Ok settle down" the teacher yells at the class.

I have a bad headache and the teacher yelling does not help.

She was going on and on about how important math will be.

I lay my head down trying to relive the heartache I have.

"Oh mr.Gilinsky nice of you to join us. Sir over there" she said with a flat tone. I shot up straight in my seat.

There he was. With his cold glare straight at me.

If looks could kill I would be dead.

He walks over to the empty desk which happens to be next to me.

He smirks at me as he comes closer. Right when he came close enough he hit my arm hard. Hard enough to feel a bruise coming on.

"Ok class get with a partner to do the class work." She said sitting down.

I swallowed hard. I hate when she does this. I have all but one friend who isn't in the class so I never get a partner.

"Let's be partners" I hear the voice that makes my blood run cold with fear. Jack Gilinsky of all people has to be my partner.

"You going to say yes!?" He yelled slamming his fist on my desk. I flenched away from him. I just nodded weakly not wanting another beating.

He grabs his chair and sits next to my desk. I grab my textbook with my hands that are shaking.

"O-Ok lets-s start w-with this o-one" I stutter looking down.

"Ok do it then" he says siting back.

I grab my pencil with my hand still shaking I begin to do the problem.

I get stuck on a part and I bite my lip thinking.

"Hurry up and stop thinking" he yells kicking my leg hard under the desks. I scoot away and hold my leg and drop the pencil rubbing it.

"Your so pathetic" he scoffs. I flenched and looked away. I portably have 20 more bruises from just today.

I grab the pencil and begin again. When I finish the problem I show him. He just nods and snatches the paper from me and does a problem. I flench and look away.

I still have a headache and my whole body hurts.

I get the courage to look up. I see that he is tugging on his hair while looking at the problem.

"D-Do you n-need help?" I ask. Right when I say that he looks up at me with a cold look. Before I can say anything more he slaps me. So hard I feel my lip bust open. I hold my cheek tears threatening to fall.

I look around for anyone to say something or do anything but the all just look and turn around.

I all ready know my cheek is bruised. Tears start streaming down my face.

I will never understand why he hates me so much.