Did You Do It?

Torture

        As soon as I got home, I thought about what could happen. The person makes it sound like what's gonna happen is either going to humiliate me in front of the whole school or I'm gonna hurt or break something. Either one, they sound horrible.
        The worst part is, I can't really find a way to avoid it if I don't know where or when it's gonna happen. I just need to be careful throughout the whole entire day, which will be really tiring but I'll do it if t saves my life.
        I think I've done enough thinking for now. It's almost 11. I better just lay down and just deal with the fact I'll be in danger.
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        I wake up but my alarm is not blaring like it always does. I look at the clock and it's 5:30. Close enough to 6. I get up and try to choose which outfit I should wear. Today I should wear something I hate.
        I spot the perfect outfit, a moss green dress that stops below my knees. I'd love if the person ruined that so I'll wear it today.
        I put it on and go downstairs and my mom looked at me.
        "I thought you'd never wear that dress. I thought it was started to get dust on it." she said.
        I guess she was kinda right. I haven't wore this dress for over one year. It's been sitting in my closet all this time.
        I guess I should be early to school since the person will probably go there early to set up their trap.
        I started walking to school and when I was a mile away from there, I swear I could have saw a person putting up a paint bucket on the roof of the building.
        I beat that was the person who was writing all those messages on my locker.
        I tried to get a better look at him but I think they saw me and started running. I tried chasing after them but then they just vanished, like they were never running away from me.
        I guess they'll be back to pour that bucket of paint on me. I'm kinda glad. Maybe it'll change the color of this ugly dress my mom gave me. I don't think I'm that lucky, tho.
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        The bell rang to go inside and I was waiting for the paint that was gonna be poured all of me. Instead, a bunch of football players and cheerleaders came towards me. I'm guessing they're here to trample me.
        Because I have the flight instinct, I started running for my life inside. The bad news was, they were still following me.
        I didn't expect this at all. I just thought I'd get dumped with paint but no, I was gonna get trampled by a bunch of girls and boys. I would probably be dead after tey do that so I went to the one place that I felt protected; the bathroom.
        I know what you're thinking but, I can lock myself in a cell but lock all the cell and put my feet on the toilet so they won't know that I'm in one.
        They came in the bathroom and looked to see where I was. I was so afraid, I didn't know what to do that this point.
        I think I might die today.