IGotMermen

The Curse Is The Only Cool Thing In My Life

"Blah blah blah blah I'm Goo Min Jee blah blah blah blah" a snobby male voice was ringing through the school yard calling kids over to see the play. "Your name should be pig, here I need to be a good person and feed the animal" The man With dark black hair and tattoos dumps some cereal out in my hair while oinking and patting my head to feel the frosted flakes that were  in my hair under his finger tips. He takes his hand  back and laughs and slightly kicks my side. I stand up with all the strength I have left I'm small compared to him. My hands clenched at my sides knuckles turning white. He just stares down at me wuth a ha I got you face. Except no one has seen my full face before. I angerly take off my black hoodie and tackle the tall dark haired man with tattoos. Throwing punches left and right against his face, luckily I was only aiming for his nose. I was surprised that he was not fighting back I just kept punching and punching, one after the other. No one tries to stop me either, until, I was being dragged away by two strong arms around my waist. Pulling me all the way the thick tree that was a bit away for the dude with tattoos. suddenly, I Felt soft hands go around mine, but I didn't look to see who it was. I just sat there with my face to the dead cold grass of winter, wondering what I did to deserve everything here and why... I started to struggle with my arms I felt the dude behind me struggle, and squarm trying to keep my hands together. 

"Uhhhhh!? JACKSON?!" This boy's voice sounded in his 20s, I was struggling to turn around and look at him to met me go. All I wanted to do was run away, like I do with everything else, I was still struggling until the owner of the name Jackson started walking over, his buff arms that were just slightly tanned showing under his short sleeve white tee with black jeans that hugged his thighs and calves. he had the outfit topped off with a dark grey snapback and a metal dog tag that had the initials GMJ... funny those were my initials. I brought my eyes away from his body up to his face, when he picked me up bridal style and carried me over to the large black limo. his dark brown hair bounced with every step, his defined jawline, pretty dark brown eyes and comfortable arms carrying  me almost made me forget what went on... I some how manage to flop out of his arms and go straight into a sprint as I headed for that really mean person. they came into view, and he looked worse then before. I tackle him, then starts the rapid punches that I point at him. But, I did notice he was fighting back now. But, my punches didn't do much  However his were making me bleed.