the lone angel

     As I stepped out of my school, I knew today was gonna be a good day. At least I thought it would. Then I saw the one person I didn't want to talk to. Dylan Flossi,and his entourage.

    "Hey guys, isn't that the kid who likes My Little Faggot or what ever it's called?" Dylan said. His friends all sniggered. I didn't say anything and tried to walk by but Dylan grabbed me by the shirt front.

    "Where the fuck do you think your going you fucking fag." I was so close to his face I could feel the flecks of spit hit my face. I was so angry at this point I wanted to stab him with my pencil.

     "I'm trying to get back ho-" my sentence was cut short when I felt Dylan's fist smash into my face. I fell to the ground, my head spinning.

     "You don't have a home because no one wants a fag like you living at their house." There was a small puddle of blood forming around me. I went to stand when Dylan and his friends started kicking me. I tried to cover my face when they suddenly stopped. As I stood up,my shirt soaked with blood, Dylan looked at me with a murderous grin.

      "You know what? I want a fa-" I rammed my hand as hard as I could into his face, and I heard his nose break and saw blood squirt out. I took this moment of confusion and started running.

      "Go abter 'im" Dylan yelled and his group of lackeys all started running after me. After around 30 minutes of running we eventually came to a cliff. Dylan came tearing out of the woods along with his friends.

      "So you tought you could get abay?" Dylan said blood still flowing freely from his nose. He pulled something out of his pocket and I immediately realized it was a switchblade.

      "I think a nice stabbing is in order after what you did to me? Don't you guys think so?" His group all nodded. I looked between Dylan, the switchblade, and the cliff.

      "well it was nice knowing you all" I said as I stepped off the cliff.