"Hey look it's the emo fag!" one of the football players yells out.

Ah shit they saw me

They all came towards me and the one who pins me to the wall is none other than the famous quarterback Jacob Miller... My crush. 

"Hey you little fag..." he spits out and I flinch at the term fag.

"You're about to have your dream come true." He says with an evil smirk on his face.

"And what is that you stupid ass jock on steroids." I spit out

I'm not scared or weak really, I just don't like fighting back it takes too much energy but that doesn't mean I'm gonna just keep my mouth shut while they insult me so~ my big mouth opened and said what it wanted to.

His face contorted in anger "You son of a bitch!" and without delay he raised his arm and punched and pummeled the shit outta me...

After he was satisfied he spit on the ground next to my face and said, "That'll show you, you stupid fag." 

And without hesitation but with a lot of pain I muster up something and say, "Well, at least I'm not a low-life who beats on people and bully's them with no mercy; and at least I have boundaries and know when to quite and to not hurt myself by hurting others and also at least I don't hurt people just to make myself feel better about myself just because I feel alone and broken, so fuck you and leave me the fuck alone you crazy ass bastard!" By the end of my little rant I'm practically shouting and everyone and when I mean everyone, I mean EVERYONE has stopped to stare at me and their faces are painted with shock so I took that moment to get myself off the floor and glare at everyone and I say, "Go back to your so called lives and leave me the fuck alone." I spit, my words were laced with venom, and I leave the school clutching my stomach, my face all messed up, and all the while me hobbling right out of the door to go home and clean myself up.

God this has been a shitty ass day...