The pattern
The next few weeks progressed into a pattern. If I did the slightest thing that annoyed Jarrod he would bash me against the lockers or against a wall. Even if I didn't annoy him he always found something.One Tuesday, after school, there were still a lot of people packing up their bags but that didn't stop him. I opened my locker and slid my arm into my bag. Somebody walked passed and accidently knocked my locker door into Jarrod's. Apparently according to him that was my fault and another reason for him to hurt me.
He kicked me until I was up against the wall. I stood up and tried to push past him but he was too strong. He once again got his hand under my ribs and I started crying. Then he slapped me and told me to shut up. All these people that I had gotten to know so well in the year, people who I thought were my friends said nothing. The just stared and walked off. So when I once again was left crying on the floor the thought of those people doing nothing, not saying anything, hurt more then the pain and made me sob harder.
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