All I remember from that morning was getting hit numerous times and made fun of by the jocks at school. It was new seats in first period, was all I wanted to focus on, maybe forget the pain in face, black eye? Most likely... After they left me on the ground, I got up and pulled the hood of my jacket up and walked into the school. People looked at me with smirks on their faces, I walked into the bathroom and looked at my face in the bathroom mirror. I cursed. "They got me real good today" I thought. I sigh and try and hide my black eye and scars along my jaw, without success.

The tardy bell rang and I ran to class, when I run in the first thing I notice is all the seats are taken except one at the front of the classroom with what looked like the most popular guy in school. "My lucky day!" Not really... I sighed and took the seat. I make sure to hide my face as best as possible.

About five minutes into class I feel someone tap my shoulder. It's that 'poppular kid'. I flick a glance at him. "Are you new here?" He asked curiosly.

I look him full on, a little suprised, he hadn't heard rummors of me? 'the Jess mess'... He looked suprised. "i've been here all my life..." He saw my black eye. Then I remebered what my face looked like and I curse in my head.

He pulled off my hood. "What happened?!" He practically screamed at me. The teacher didn't notice though, she hated her job, probaly hated me to, but- whatever, all I could do was look at this kid sadly.

"it's nothing..." I pause and pull my hood back up, "just some jocks..." I bite my lip hopeing he wouldn't press me for awnsers.

"Oh..." He looked unsure as he turned away from me. I let out a sigh and waited for the bell.

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The bell finally rang, I practically ran out the door, just so the kid wouldn't ask me more questions or look at me weirdly. As I walked to my next class I noticted the kid was behind me, watching as I got shoved into walls, lockers, doors and other passer by people. I got into my next class as soon as possible.

~

The end of the school day was no better, I got shoved into my locker as people walked by. My head was starting to hurt from hitting it on so many things today. I grabbed my homework and ran out of the school quickly. I felt someone grab my arm, my heart instantly jumped and filled with fear. I swung around to see who was grabbing my arm, my pulse calmed, it was that kid from my first peirod. "Oh! It's you! You scared me!" I put a hand to my heart.

"Sorry I scared you... I just wanted to make sure you okay..." We started walking together. He walked into the parking lot and I walked with him there even though I had to walk home.

"i'm fine... For now..." I laugh nervously and look at the ground sadly.

"For now?"

"Ya, tomorrow it starts all over agin." I feel my heart sink, I hate getting hit and hurt.

"I'm so sorry... Hey... Want a ride home? I'd be more then happy you give you a ride, I'd like to learn more about you, you seem like a nice guy who needs a friend." He smiled at me.

Yes. I am a guy. And yes, i've never been offered a ride before, and yes I stopped like an idiot and gaped at him. "A ride?"

"Ummm Ya? Haven't you ever gotten a ride before?"

I shook my head no. I felt my face go red from embaressment. It was his turn to look suprised.

"You have never, EVER, been offered a ride before?" he looked quizacal now. "I find that hard to belive."

"Well you better, i'm hated by 100% of this school." That was a little over exaggerated. Not everyone knew who I was, I needed to think that number again...

The guy shakes his head in disbelief. "That can't be right."

"have you seen my face?" I gesture to it. "This happens everyday. Everyone hates me, i've never even had a freind." It was true but I could have kept it to myself.

"Well add me to the top of the list. I don't hate you." He lead me to his car, it looked expensive... "This will not end well..." I Thought to myself hopeing this would go right, and not explode in my face when I learned I got my first friend.

He opened the car door for me. Weird. He smiled at me. Unusual. We drove off. Down right strange, he actually went through with it.

It was a quiet ride. He started small talk. "SO! where do you live?"

"Down the street, I'll tell you when I see it." I didn't want to talk much. I looked out the window, the people who saw me gave me strange looks and I couldn't hide my sadness. "Why are you doing this?"

He looked at me for a second before looking back at the road. "well you seem like a nice guy. And also when I saw you'd been hit I got curious, and found that your just a nice guy looking for a friend" He smiled.

"But it doesn't bother you that people may hate you now just that I spoke to you?"

"No. Not at all. Because they tottally misjudged you, your sweet and not pushy like some people are. Thats what makes you great."

He sounded like a creeper but I dodn't say anything. "You'll change your mind I know it..." I look out the window for awhile longer before pointing at a house. "There." He pulled up to my house and I start to get out. "thanks-" I realized I didn't know his name.

"Danny." He smiled.

"I'm Jess," I smiled at him. "Thanks again."

"No problem." He smiled.

Thats when my dad decided he wanted to come say hello... "JESS! Get your ass in here!" He looked angry. I took one last look at Danny's green eyes before running up to my dad.

"Who's that?" He jerked his head in the direction of Danny.

"A friend..."

My dad broke into hysterical laughter as we walk inside. "FRIEND?! Who would want to be your friend?!"

"Apperently him..." I run to my room so I can escape my abusive maybe murderous father. Ya I could call the police to get him arrested for trying to abuse, kill and rape me for the last 17 years of my life, but what good would it do if I had no real evidence that he has done this to me?

I laid on my bed, did my homework and cleaned my room. Just as I finished my room, Mike, my dad, stormed in. He walked right up to me and grabbed me by the hair, then he jerked my up to his level. "Why didn't you come down when I called?! You missed dinner! AGAIN!"

I felt my heart jump. "I'm sorry! I said I wasn't hungry earlier-"

"You are never hungry!"

"Because I can't eat the food you make!"

"Are you sayin' I don't feed you right?!" This was not gong to end well...

I bite my lip to keep from speaking out against Mike. "I didn't-"

He tugged harder on my hair and used his free hand to slap me. "Don't lie!"

"I wasn't!" He slapped me on my black eye side.

"YES YOU WERE! Now if you ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna make you, but I will make you do the kitchen instead of your poor mother!" He shoved me to the ground and walked off.

My mom... A kind hearted woman who married a abusive man. She didn't know he was till she had me, thats when Mike had started acting up. He was just fine with my sister, so why didn't he love me? I did all my chores and I got good grades... Well I knew the awnser but I hate to talk about it... But I always want to find other reasons to distract me from the reason...

I pick myself up off the ground and force myself down the stairs and into the kitchen. I look at my mom, and she looked at me with worry in her eyes. She always loved me, but Mike wouldn't let her show she did, so she was deathly afriad of Mike and did everything he told her to do and kept quiet. But she was always the one to patch me up whan I was hurt, so I don't hold a grudge.

I clean the kitchen for my mom, then she gives me a hug only moms could pull off. Then I run upstairs and get ready for bed.

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I'm just crawling into bed when Mike comes in for round two. "What's my reject doing now?! He shouldn't be gettin' into bed he should be doing his night chores!"

"I already did them..."

"You lyin'?!" He grabbed me by the hair again.

"No Sir!"

"YOU SURE?! Cause a mistake reject like you shouldn't deserve anything besides his work!"

And here we go again... 'it's all your fault', 'reject', 'stupid Bitch', and the classic 'I'll kill you!'.

~

After Mike had yelled at me for a bitand he left I ut on some black clothes and climbed out my window. I run down the street a little ways, I can hear Mike from here... I look back at my house when I collide into someone. I knocked them over and I fell on top of them. I look at who I hit.