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Whang, came a meaty red fist right into my jaw, and then came the stench from the un-flushed toilet. There was blood dripping from my hands they'd left me groggy lying on the year 7s boy's toilet floor. I picked myself up, lifted my right hand and stroked my cheek, tried to stop the blood from staining my brand new shirt. I walked across to the toilet, lifted the toilet seat up then all I could see was what my English teacher would regard as a "stygian clump of feces lying there un-flushed". I ran out of the filthiness and into the corridor where I could see a group of boys in the corner looking at me murderously; they exchanged eye contact with me as if I was a just a slug to be squashed. ...read more.

Middle

Further down the path I saw a load of kids playing on the field, I couldn't bear the screams of joy, and happiness. As I stood in line for my lunch, there came a group of youngsters. Bam! The door smashed inwards. Crash! Came the aftermath of the bam! Just as it was my turn to go in, two ludicrously large and angry boys ran in front of me and pushed me to one side , where I was about to fall for a moment but I grabbed a pole which helped me stay up. The question I ask my self day in, day out is how did I get here, what is the meaning of life? ...read more.

Conclusion

Whilst taking my first footsteps I could hear the pounding of footsteps from behind, I turned around and saw the same three thugs, running towards me. I looked to the side I could see the eyes of the entire playground focused on us. Since I immediately realized the bad reputations that these three had for bullying and stealing, I turned to run, but it was too late for they were upon me. I was grabbed around the neck and searched for money and valuables, but all I had war bar of chocolate and small change. While I being man-handled by the gang everybody was chanting 'Fight, Kill him'. As I looked around the playground there was no help. They pulled me into the toilets and kicked me in my ribs, later I would find out that they were cracked. After this beating I threw the door open and whang came a meaty red fist................................................. ...read more.

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