Chapter 1
I yelled as my head was dipped in the toilet, water filling my mouth. The water swirled around my head as I silently screamed. My head was yanked out of the water.
“Maybe next time you won’t forget the money, pipsqueak” John said as he slammed me in the gut.
“Yeah, ya little turd” said Phil as he kicked me to the ground.
“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE!!” the teacher said as he stormed in.
“IF YOU AREN’T OUT OF HERE BY THE TIME I COUNT TO 3 YOU’LL ALL BE SUSPENDED.” He screamed
John and Phil left so fast you’d think they were being chased by a monster.
Saved by the teacher again I thought sadly. I am a scrawny kid always having to be saved never being able to stand up for myself. I went through the day, going to all my classes trying my best to avoid Phil and John. As I left school making my way along the forest as to not be seen by anyone. I heard voices from over the hill as I was walking. As I peered over the hill I realized that it was John and Phil. I immediately started heading back down the hill. To late I thought as I heard one of them shout.
“THERE HE IS!!!” They yelled
I started booking it into the forest as they chased after me. Running as hard as I could I ran and ran, I realized with surprise that I gained a sizable lead over them. The only problem was that I was exhausted.
I decided to look for a place to hide as I could not run anymore. I crouched down low as I looked for a place to hide. I came to a clearing that I didn't see before. In the middle was a small shack. Perfect I thought as I went in. I quickly locked the door behind me and waited.
Outside I heard the voices of Phil and John.
"Let's just wait him out" Phil said
"Good idea" said John
As I was in the shack waiting and hoping for them to leave. I thought about all they've done to me and for what.
Do they get joy out of this. out of tormenting smaller kids. If I confronted them, what good would happen. If I fought them what would happen. Would anything change. The world would still be full of people like them. If only I had the power to change that. To get rid of the people who find joy in tormenting others.
As I sat there thinking and pondering about life, my adrenaline subsiding I took a moment to look around the shack. It was covered on odd symbols. All scratched into the walls. I stared at the symbols. They looked and felt. Evil. I wondered what they meant and started to wonder how they hadn't found me. I realized I was to in depth in thought and had lost track of there voices. I peeked out of the door to see if they had gone. I saw know sign of them so I slowly started to walk out of the shack. I got to the edge of the clearing and booked it back to my house. Sprinting as fast as I could.
