On the seventh day, the 28th,Tyson was standing on the edge of an elevated building, wondering how

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On the seventh day, the 28th, Tyson was standing on the edge of an elevated building, wondering how he had ever gotten himself into this situation. The timid night was upon him. Blood trickled from his forehead, eyes worn out of their sockets and his stomach fit to burst. Falling seemed like the single sane thing to do having been wrongly convicted of homicide at his college. Tyson’s existence had been a torment ever since he moved to his new school roughly one week back. He takes one more step forward. He leans over to take a look but a blurred, obscured picture is all he can make out. Cars racing across the roads at soaring pace can be heard but that’s all. Tyson had never been so terrified in his life until this moment. His legs and hands quiver in trepidation as he takes one more step forward.

   

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The morning of the 21st began. Tyson woke up with the sunshine gleaming directly in his eyes. He strode his legs outside the bed, yawning, and with not the happiest expression on his face. It was 6 am, and the first day of the week had come. Today was the day that Tyson and his parents moved to a new house, in a new area, and more importantly, Tyson moved to a new school. Tyson himself was about average height for a seventeen-year-old, Jamaican-brought up, a bit shy and was a great student. His work was always on time and always high standard but unfortunately Mr and Mrs Whitton was not earning enough to stay in their current house, so they were forced to sell and move. The new area was not much of their liking. The sidewalks were jam-packed with litter and the roads were extremely uneven and unsafe. More importantly to the Whitton family was the neighbourhood. The residence seemed very unfriendly of the family, and whenever they were in the car going through the streets, people often more than not turned their head and stared at Tyson and his parents. Tyson had a sense that it was because of his ethical background and deeply hoped the people at new school would not act in this way.

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The fifth day of the week was Tyson’s first day at school. That day Tyson was not so much excited about going to school as he was scared and nervous about what the teaches and students might think of him. The minute he got to school he had the unfriendly feeling surrounding him. He dreaded entering his classroom and facing the pupils in his class, but did eventually with his heart pumping faster and faster. The enormous sense of anxiety came upon him. As soon as he entered everyone’s head turned, including the teachers. The whole day for Tyson ...

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