"Ok guys cut it out. I don’t like her. Can’t I try to be friends with her and not like her at the same time?" I say. Nopes went around the table.
"Nope especially if she is our victim of the year. You trying to be friends with her is like you going against the group here. You need to do what’s best for the group Seth. Get it in your brain she doesn’t want you to bother her and we don’t want you to bother her." Matt says. Maybe trying to be friends with her is stupid. Nobody wants this except me. I look around for Lucy again. This time I do see her but her head is on the table and her dark hair is spread all around. No this isn’t stupid she needs someone to count on. More simply she needs Jesus.
LUCY
I know I say this everyday but this day will be the death of me. I totally mean it this time. I can feel the dark purple bruise on my face throb and they are definitely getting me more unwanted attention. Dominic doesn’t usually hit me on the face, it is usually on my arms, legs, or somewhere I can cover up with clothing. But he did warn me that I was going to have to pay. On top of my face killing me, I have already got my books slapped out of my hands, I was pushed into some lockers (that happened a few times), and I was told to go back to the mental hospital from which I supposedly came from. Then even on top of that Seth Marshal has to go and be judgmental on me. I mean he was totally right and skipping school would so be something that I would do but my face was so swollen yesterday I just couldn’t bare to come to school. And anyways aren’t people like Seth Marshal not supposed to judge people like me. I always thought that was like rule #1 of religion. Well at least that is what stupid Karen says. But I guess I do feel a little better from shooting up in the bathroom just a few minutes ago. It does wonders with pain.
"Nope especially if she is our victim of the year. You trying to be friends with her is like you going against the group here. You need to do what’s best for the group Seth. Get it in your brain she doesn’t want you to bother her and we don’t want you to bother her." Matt says. Maybe trying to be friends with her is stupid. Nobody wants this except me. I look around for Lucy again. This time I do see her but her head is on the table and her dark hair is spread all around. No this isn’t stupid she needs someone to count on. More simply she needs Jesus.
LUCY
I know I say this everyday but this day will be the death of me. I totally mean it this time. I can feel the dark purple bruise on my face throb and they are definitely getting me more unwanted attention. Dominic doesn’t usually hit me on the face, it is usually on my arms, legs, or somewhere I can cover up with clothing. But he did warn me that I was going to have to pay. On top of my face killing me, I have already got my books slapped out of my hands, I was pushed into some lockers (that happened a few times), and I was told to go back to the mental hospital from which I supposedly came from. Then even on top of that Seth Marshal has to go and be judgmental on me. I mean he was totally right and skipping school would so be something that I would do but my face was so swollen yesterday I just couldn’t bare to come to school. And anyways aren’t people like Seth Marshal not supposed to judge people like me. I always thought that was like rule #1 of religion. Well at least that is what stupid Karen says. But I guess I do feel a little better from shooting up in the bathroom just a few minutes ago. It does wonders with pain.
