"Run Smar run" Came a taunting yell from behind me, using that cruel twist in my name, Samar, meaning fire to Smar, sorrow. That's why I made very one call me Frost, after my grey eyes, better Frost than Smar. "Run as far as you can frost eyes, it won't be far enough" screamed Munir. My heart dropped when I figured out who the second person was. Rian. He's hates me since Ma failed to save his mother from the fever. He preyed on me every chance he got. Black eyes, torn clothes and bruises around every corner. Unfortunately his father is the village elder so no one would take my side over his if I brought it up. Suddenly I tripped and they were upon me. "G-get away" I stammered. I had meant it to come out loud and strong but it came out weak and limp. They laughed. "Listen to that" Munir cackled "Stupid, fatherless Smar is giving orders." Rian laughed. It was a mean, low laugh. "Your Dad died just to get away from you, no one wants you Smar". He mocked. He turned to Munir, "maybe we should do everyone a favour and get rid of her". As he crept closer I curled up into as tight a ball as possible. Glancing at Rian  saw his eyes were angry, forged in steel. That's the way they'd been everyday since the priest had lit his mothers funeral pyre. He had a rock in his hand. I cried out in pain as it bounced off my chest. Clutching the bruising spot I gathered my strength, "So you throw rocks at girls now? Well done you coward!" I instantly regretted it. Rian picked up a chunk of wood. I dodged it but I couldn't avoid the the rock Munir threw at the same time. A loud crack sounded as it connects with my shoulder, black spots clouded my vision as I screamed out in pain. I felt blood trickling down my shoulder.