Going to school was harder than I thought. I still have bruises from the fight, so you can imagine show painful it was getting out of bed. Right now I'm in my art class. "Alright kids today you can draw what you want." I smile because I have an idea of what to draw. Grabbing a pencil I start.
Feeling a tap on my shoulder I look up. "Rylan class is over." He said. "Oh. Thank you." The teacher looks at my drawing and it looks amazing.
He looks in awe. "Wow Rylan. This is amazing." I smile in thanks. Hearing the warning bell go, I quickly pack up and leave class. At the end of the hallway are those boys who keep bugging me. "Hey! You!" One the boys shout. I point to myself. "Me?" He comes strolling down the hall. "Yeah, who else would I be talking to?"
I shrug and turn to go to class. But an arm blocks me. "I know you're secret." He declares. What the hell is he on about? "What secret?"
"The real reason why you left town."