7:20AM. ‘Damnit, Alisson, where are you?’ I got nervous and began to shake. It wasn’t that cold out, but I had goose bumps. I moved my eyes back to the hooded figure, to see if he did anything new; he did.
The hooded figure had disappeared. ‘Where did he go?! Hrm, maybe he went to his class… I’m thinking too much. Why was I so paranoid? Obviously he’s a new kid who came to this school early. Duh.’ I exerted a sigh of relief; I guess I was feeling shaky all for nothing. I guess what happened in the past just scarred me for life. I looked at the parking lot, and didn’t see Alisson anywhere, so I went back inside the hallways. I went to get my cell phone, to see if I got any texts while I was outside.
0 unread messages.
‘Ugh, Alisson.’ I put my cell phone back and turned around. I screamed.
The hooded figure was standing right behind me, with his arm outstretched towards me. I screamed to the highest decibel I could and began hitting him away. I was pretty weak, but I tried the best I could. I became even more scared when he began to fight back. He tried holding my arms, so I began to kick him. I hit him pretty hard in the knee, so he collapsed quickly.
“GET ON YOUR FEET NOW!” I yelled, in a mocking manner. “Get up you worthless piece of garbage! GET UP.” I began to kick him some more.
He deserved it. Jordan deserved it.
Jordan deserves all the beatings in the world. Jordan deserves to be chained up to a moving truck and left to drag everywhere. Jordan deserves to be in more pain than what he put me through. I kicked him once again. “Jordan, I swear to God. You have ruined my life, and now, I’m going to get you back.”
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