AP History. With the guy that disrespected me.
       I was about to walk into the classroom. I was pulled by my hoodie. He was choking me! I relented, he was going to crush my throat.
       I let him pull me back. He let go as I slid to the ground, and slid all the way to the wall and hit the wall.
       "Someone's got to teach this girl a lesson. You can't disrespect a man by kicking them in the nuts. Teach her a lesson, boys?" He said.  They all grumbled in agreement.
       "You kicked me in the ass. You disrespected me fi-
       He interrupted me by kicking me in mouth. I looked up, astounded. Had he no shame? He kicked me, a girl, when I was down on the ground!
       "What the fuck? Do you not have any shame? I said my thoughts aloud.

       I looked down as a red drop of ink fell to the floor. Where did it come from?
       That asshole. Had made me bleed.

       At that moment the bell rang. I would have been early if it weren't for him! Then he proceeds to kick me in the mouth?
       I try to crawl away but he puts his foot in front of my way. Then he kicks me in my exposed breast. Fuck! I was a girl in puberty! That hurts!
        I started to cry. No one was helping me. I was alone and they were harassing me.
       "Aww! She's crying! How cute!" He leaned down and slammed my head against the wall I was up against. I felt blood pour through my hair. This was against the law! I had to record this somehow!
       I thought for a second. Then I faced the wall and pretended to whimper and cry. I started shaking for the extra effect. In the meantime I pulled out my phone and opened camera. I recorded my face. Then I managed to get them kicking me in the back in the video. I showed the camera where I was.
       They kicked me more times. By now I had curled up into a ball. I had finished with recording. That was enough.
       I tried to crawl away again. They restricted me again. This time their leader whispered in my ear;  "you'll get this again if you try something else.
       They let me go. I was covered in bruises and some blood. They had just done that to me!
        I walked into class. J held my head up high. Some students gasped.
"Brianna! What happened?" The teacher asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I was right across the hall getting beat up by five boys. Ten feet away. And the school doesn't even notice. Good job.
The teacher was still dumbfounded. "Wh... why?" She managed.

"Maybe because I appeared to be a nerd and they started picking on me. Apparently that escalated in two days to this."
"Wait, so this was right there?"
"Yeah, and you idiots couldn't even notice with the door slightly open."
Her brow furrowed. "Brianna! That is not something you say to the teacher. Go to your seat."
"Can I at least get an ambulance? Maybe for stitches? Or at least the nurse? I'm fucking bleeding in my head!"
I put aside the fact that everyone was watching silently.
"Not for that language! Go to your desk!"
I turned around for the nurse. Sorry, I used the word idiot and fuck. I am pretty mad and in pain. That doesn't mean I can't go to the nurse for head injury.
"Brianna! Get back here now!"
I kept walking.
"Detention young lady!"
It'll be fun to sue this teacher...

I sat in my desk. I made a point f getting blood on the desk and letting it drip to the floor. By the end of the class period I had gained no knowledge and spread blood across half the desk.
When class ended I went straight to the principals office to get that teacher fired and quite possibly get stitches.