I'm standing in the corridor trying to put my books in my locker before the bullies come over and put me in instead. It jams and refuses to shut. I prepare for the attack as Lewis and Jake approach from their classes, barging through everyone as they do so.
The first punch is to my front. I keel over in pain as I'm pushed to the floor. Luckily I hear Principal Joe's booming voice beckoning Lewis and Jake to his office. Even the Principal is scared of those two. I scramble to the floor as Jake kicks me, spitting simultaneously.
I manage to get to my feet and run to class as quick as my small legs will take me. I gently open the door and creep in, hoping no one will notice. I get to my desk and and lay my head on the table. AP chemistry? More like AP snoozy-time.
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Prom
Teen FictionJack knows who he wants to take to prom. He also knows who she wants to take. Guess what? It's not him. Again.
