*Beep.* *Beep.* *Beep.* *Beep.* The alarm clock scretches in my ear as I reach out my hand to turn it off. I get up and make my bed with my eyes barely opening. I get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast. My mom and little brother are already there, all dressed up and squirting syrup onto their pancakes. I sit in the only avalible chair and stare at my pancakes. I really dont feel hungry. Maybe its because I miss my dad. You see, my parents got divorced a few months ago because they kept fighting. Eversince my dad left, my life has been a boring routine. Get up, go to school, eat, sleep, get up, and so on. This is as exciting my life will ever be. Dad was the only one who had a job in our family, so when he left, so did the cash. Mom has an interview today though, maybe things can change. I hear a horn from outside the house and snap back to reality. Ryan`s (my little brother`s) bus is parked outside as he rushes to finish his breakfast. I say goodbye to him as he leaves. Ryan is only 10 years old and studies in the fifth grade. Hes lucky. No homework and no bullying. I am 15 and I go to tenth grade. I don`t mind learning, its the people in school I don`t like. They`re always picking on me for being smart. We can`t afford a private school so i guess I just have to put up with them. I hear a second horn, my bus is here. I grab my backpack, kiss my mom goodbye, and head outside nervously. I hate the bus. I`m the last stop, which means that by the time I get on, the bus is already full and people don`t let me sit with them. They laugh at me, so most of the times I end up standing up on the bus.
As I enter the school, I mentally prepare myself for harsh words. I go to my locker and empty it out into my backpack, then head to first period. A bit of learning should ease my mind.
I spend the rest of the day at school daydreaming, about how life would differ if dad were here. The bell rings and I head outside. I think i`ll walk, it`s better than riding the bus again. I begin to walk home when I run into Tomas, the school bully.
"Hey Jacob, you heading home?", asked Tomas with an evil grin. "None of your buisness!", I retort. "We`ll see about that!", Tomas screams as he leaps onto me. I roll over, dodging his attack. He throws a punch at me and I fall to the gound. He lifts me up and throws me over the fence that borders the forest that surrounds the school. The last thing I remember is hitting a rock and falling unconsious...........
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