Your pov

Some of the people in my class make fun of me. They make fun of me for liking girls and having a girlfriend. I was walking home from school. I when down a alleyway. This one kid from my class was following me.

He kicked me to the ground. "That's it!" I said. I got up and pushed him down. My clothes were muddy and I head bruises on my legs from the fall.

I walked home. "Y/n where have you been?" Bruce yelled. "I walked home case some body forgot to pick me up. I tried calling." I said in a calmer tone then Bruce.

I walked into my room. I changed my clothes. "Y/n I heard you got into a fight today." Bruce said. "I did not start it." I said as I walked down stairs.

"Who got into a fight today?" Dick asked. "Me." I said. "Why?" Tim asked. "Yea. Why?" Jason said. "Nun of your business." I said. "I don't trust her Father. She may have started it." Damian said. I felt heart break.

I ran up to my room. Why does nobody believe me. "Why me." I muttered as I slammed the bedroom door behind me. I was flustered. I packed some of my clothes in a big bag.

I jumped out the window bookbag and bag at hand. No one will notes I am gone any way. Not that they would care. I know they will not.