Typical Day of a Student-Continued - Pubgamer

Camper Joe · 05-11-2008, 10:43 PM

This story is for mature audiences. The Story Contains: Mild Swearing, Drug Reference and High Level Sex Scenes. Kidding about Drugs and Sex, but does contain swearing.
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I just didn't care anymore. I walked away slowly, ignoring anyone that talked to me.

I was wiping the tears off my face, as I strolled along the oval. I walked into the toilets, into the cubicle. My eyes were wet from my tears, my eyes were red. I just feel so guilty... But he did ask for it. I told him I didn't want to fight, but what did he do? He fought me.

After a couple of minutes later, I cleaned my face of tears, and dirt. I walked out finding Will was blocking the exit.
'I didn't want this to happen you know? I just wanted a nice, clean fight, but did you, no?'
I was panicking. I mean c'mon. I embarrassed this guy in front of the whole school.
Will laughed.
'I just want to say, we should fight some time again, buddy,'
Will took out his hand, gesturing me for a handshake. I was nervous. What if he cheap shot me? Or something else! I simply took out my hand and accepted it.
Will pointed with his other hand,
'Whats that behind you?'
I turned around, wondering what was there. Nothing? What the hell... I shook my head around and all I saw was a fist to my face.

I flew back, with my back against the wall. Will walked over and gave another punch to my nose. I was sore. Tired. Will stepped back and started running at me. He was a big guy. I couldn't move. I tried jumping out the way, but I couldn't.
*BAM!*
I felt my back was broken... As some guy, who probably weighs over 100kg and in year 7 just rammed my back into a wall. I fell to my knees. Collapsing onto the ground, as I couldn't feel my body,
'Like that bitch? Huh? I'll make you fucking suffer!'
And yes he did.

For the next five minutes, he was beating me, I was coughing up blood, bleeding from my leg. This was the worst pain I've ever been in. Will lifted me up, and pushed me onto the wall. He was going to spear me again. I tilted me head to the left, finding a metal pole. I twitched. As Will was almost at me, I grabbed the pole and swung as hard as I could, leaving a great big red mark on his head.
'Eh... How you.. Like that... Bitch...'
I told him as I panted along. He was lying on the ground. I wiped off the sweat on my face. I raised my arm, and bringing it down with all force I got left, hitting him in his stomach. I did it again, several times. I just don't get it. Why doesn't this guy learn! The second time I've bashed him. I hope it is the last time.

I dropped the pole, which I was clenching in my hand. I walked out of the toilets, heading back to the locker bays. I just got there as the bell went. I met Mitchell.
'Whoa dude, what happened to your face?'.
I ignored him, and grabbed my books.
I still had a lot of anger in me. I wanted to finish him. I picked up a knife I kept in my locker. I would of used this if things got rough today. I guess I need it now. I hid it in my belt and walked back.

I walked back to the toilets. Dropped my books on the ground. Knife in my grip. I kicked the door open, to find Will still standing in the toilets. He was petrified. I grinned and slowly walked up to him. He tried crouching back. My aim was raised in the air. I was about to pull it down into his shoulder. He kicked me in the leg. I dropped to the ground. The knife was now in my hand. I let out a big yell in pain. Will was crying now. I ripped the blade out of my hand, screaming in pain and threw it at Will. The blade sore threw the air and stabbed will in his stomach. I struggled to get to my feet. As I did I kicked the blade right through Will. He was now laying in his own blood.
'Fuck you, your making my life a fucking hell. Go burn in hell.'
I was shaking and pissed off. I ripped the blade out and wiped the blood off with my jumper. I slid my knife back into my pocket.

I grabbed the same pole I used before and shut the door tut with it, for no one to go in and no one to leave. I bent over and picked up books. I walked to the locker bays. Looking around, I saw the place was full. I had blood on my hands, my legs and face. Everyone was staring. I shoved my books back into my locker and grabbed my bag. Mitchell rushed up to me, blocking my past.
'What the hell did you do! Why is there fucking blood on your face?'
Mitch screamed at me. I told him to get his stuff and get out of here.

Minutes later we were outside the school. Mitch wouldn't shut up. God he was getting annoying. I saw Ms Walker run up to us.
'What are you boys doing out here? Why do you have blood on you? You two come with me now!
I told her to shut her mouth.
'What was that Adam? You are in big trouble. I suggest you come with me now.'
I couldn't take it anymore. I gave her an uppercut. Now she would shut up. Mitch just gave me a stare. I started walking and he followed. I turned around and I saw a couple more teachers start running over.
'BAIL!'
I told him. We started sprinting to as far away as we could. We didn't stop until we reached a forest.

We walked in the forest , no where to be seen. Mitchell was blabbing on how I had blood on me and stuff. I gave him a smack on the back of his head,
'I know man, just chill. I told him to eff off, but he didn't. He wanted to fight me. I didn't tell you this yet, but while I was in the toilet, Will came up and fought me there.'
I explained to him about what happened, and how my face were all bruised, and the blood.

*Sweet Child oh Mine started playing*
I stopped walking. I pulled out my phone and answered the call...

It was my mum.
'Adam you must come home now. If not you'll be in big trouble.'
I ended the call. I told Mitchell we had to keep going.
'No, we are heading back now. You won't be in as much trouble.'
Mitchell shouted at me. I turned around and looked at him.
'No, I am not leaving this place. Neither are you...'
I spun around and pulled my knife to his throat.
'If you leave, you would tell them that I am here, so if you go, I must end you.'
I could hear him pant.
'Fine. I'll come with you.'
Mitchell moaned. I slid my knife away. We kept walking down.

About five minutes later I heard my phone ring again. I answered it.
'Dude, where are you!'
Ryan shouted, hurting my ears.
'I can't tell you. Mitchell is here with me. Do me a favor and don't call again.'
I threw my phone into a pond. Mitchell just glanced at me. I gestured him to come.

I didn't know the time. I didn't have any food. I didn't know where to go! I was lost in this forest. I knew it was round about seven, as the sun was down and the moon was rising. We didn't have any shelter, until we found a cave. Mitch and I sighed. I couldn't go back. I couldn't let Mitch go back either. We slowly walked into the cave. Couldn't see a damn thing! I wish I had a torch. I laid down, taking my jumper off. I used that as a blanket. I told Mitchell to try and go to sleep. He did. I tried falling asleep now. No use. I had to many things on my mine. What would happen to me if I go back? Would I go to jail? Or even pay a fine? I'll get expelled for sure. Will is probably in hospital dead, or barely alive. He did ask to fight me and I gave him a fight. He's lucky I didn't stab him in his face. My life is going downhill...

The next morning I woke up. I searched around for Mitchell, but he was gone. He ditched me. I grabbed my jumper and started sprinting again. If Mitch has gone tell my parents, and even the police, they'll be down here soon. I started jogging, as I was too sore. I've just been in a couple of fights, not had anything to eat or drink, and slept on a cold floor. Numerous minutes later, I saw a waterfall. Finally something to drink.

I took off my clothes and jumped in. Finally all this blood washed off me. I felt good as new. Except I am really hungry. I got dry and put all my clothes back on. I started walking deeper into the forest. I heard branches behind me crack. I jumped behind a tree. I could hear who ever, what thing it was come closer. Finally it stopped. I sneaked around the tree to peak. I didn't see anything. I turned around and I saw a giant claw dig into my face.
'What the Hell! My freaking face!'
I groaned. I was in a lot of pain. I could hardly see. But I did identify the creature. It was a bear. A bear that looked too big to be a bear. What did I know. Half my face was bleeding and torn off. I tried avoiding the bear, but I was so weak and tired, I couldn't move. I saw another claw go straight to my gut, tearing the skin off. I was coughing up blood. I laid there, still as can be. I had to, I couldn't move anyway. I slightly turned my head to see another claw pummel down into my face. My life ended before my eyes.
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Kind of Drifted off after a while. I wrote a first part, after I finished that I didn't much idea on how to finish the story. So I just typed what came out. And yes, I do know the story may seem a bit unrealistic. Hoped you enjoyed it.