I walk down the usual dirt road to Max house to get the stuff. My gaze flickers in all directions trying to stay aware of my surroundings. You never know who is lurking in the shadows.

I cut through Ms. Washington's backyard. I be ask silent as I can not wanting that old crazy hag to to come running back here with her shoot gun. She never shots you, just close enough so you get that she doesn't want you on her property.

I now walk up Max's porch and walk in without knocking. There's no point since people run in and out this house all day.

The smell of smoke hits my nostrils almost knocking off balance. My poor lungs. Men and half dress women fill the house. Music is blasting and people are chattering. The only child here is me. The only child ever here is me.

I walk up the stairs to Max's room. Without knocking, I walk in to see him make out with some chick. I clear my throat and they look at me.

"Hey Kindness, here for the stuff for ya ma." He says, not ask. He gets up and grab something off the counter. "Got the green?"
I hand it to him and he gives me the drugs. He counts the money then lets me be on my way.

I walk down the steps making sure to stuff the stuff in my hoodie pocket. I rush out the house and make my way to Andrea's.

The sun was starting to set so I quicken my pace. Bad people comes out at night. To my luck it was dark when I was a quarter there. And to my luck I got stopped.

"What you doing out here at night kid? Shouldn't you be home?" I roll my eyes, which he couldn't see since my hood was up. I scrunched up my noise to the smell of his breath. Alcohol and cigarettes, gross.

"I was on my way there until you stopped me." I say in a cold tone. He chuckles.

"Little girl, watch who you talking to. Didn't your parents teach you to respect grown folk." He took another swig of his cigar.

"No, but I was taught to say way from strangers so if you'll excuse me," I tried to leave again but he grabbed my jacket and pulled me back.

"Did I dismiss you. These is the problem with you children. No respect." I tried to get out his grip.

"Let me go stupid!" I shout. He does then grabs my hair pulling me to look at his face.

"See what I mean. Disrespectful." His hold on my hair tightens. I kick him in his manly hood and he lets go. "You little bitch!" He groans on the ground. I try to run, but his friend grabs me.

"Move! Let me leave!" He puts his hand over my mouth and the other guy gets up.

"I think I should teach you a lesson." He punches me in the stomach repeatedly. I scream in pain trying to get away. "Uncover her mouth. Now what did we learn?" He grabs my chin and makes me look at him.

"To be respectful." He arches his brow at me. "Sir." He smiles and the guy lets me go.

"Good, now you may leave." I get up and go home.

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School lets out and I go to my locker to get my stuff. I grab my book bag and stuff my books in there. I shut my locker and turn to walk away only to be shoved back into them.

"Hey Kindness, Where ya heading?" Q ask. Him and the soccer team surrounded me.

"Home." I say with my back on the locker. I hung my book bag to my chest. I'm in no shape to fight. I'm still sore form my encounter with the girls earlier that day. I have a black eye, busted lip, and my abdomen hurts.

"No yet, we need to talk." He grabs my arm and drags me out the school to a secluded area. The guys followed.

"Please, not today, I can't. Please." I begged as he dragged me. He laughs then throws me down.

"Shut up." He kicks me in the stomach and I fall down. They all attack me. Punching, kicking, I roll into a ball trying to block the hits. After awhile my vision begins to blur and I lose consciousness.

I wake up and it's night fall. I try to stand, but I fall back down. Tears flow down my faces as pain shots through my body. I try again, slowly raising and start my journey back home.

I limp up the steps on the porch and open the door. I take one step in and I'm grabbed by my hair and thrown on the floor. I don't even try to get up.

"What took you so long to get back!" Andrea ask as she smokes. I set up and look at her.

"I got jumped at school." She snorts and walk up to me.

"Give me your arm." I knew what she was going to do. I raise it out and she pulls up my sleeve to revel cigarette burns on my arm. She adds two more. "What did I tell you about being late?"

"To not to be, but it wasn't my fault." She slaps me in the face.

"Did I ask whose fault it is! I said not to be late you stupid child! Go do your chores!" I get up and go to my room and put my bag down. I first put the white clothes in the wash then I go clean the kitchen.

After I finished cleaning the kitchen, living room, and bathroom, I go to check on the clothes.

I open the washing machine door and freeze. All of the clothes are pink. I shut the door then open it again. I can feel the blood leave my face. What am I going to do? She's going to kill me!

"Hey, I ordered some piz-" she cuts herself off and looks at the clothes. I stand froze not saying a word. She walks out the room. I stay standing there not knowing what to do. Gosh I'm such a idiot. I should've check to make sure nothing red was in there.

She came back with a knife. Fear. That's all I feel. There was no where to run. She blocks the exit.

"I'm sorry Andrea, please." I cry as she walks up to me. She pushes me down, holds my hands above my head, and lifts up my shirt. She uses the knife to carve on my belly.

"You stupid bitch! I ought stab your eyes out since you seem to not use them!" I was screaming in pain and shouting I'm sorry. "Shut up!" She takes the knife and cuts my face. Leaving a line that passes through my eye. "Anyone ask, it was the cat. Clean this mess up and come and eat." She walks out with the knife in hand.

I shoot up in the bed breathing heavily. I glance at Kevin and Blake and there still asleep. Without thinking I shake Kevin awake. His eyes open and when he sees me he sits up.

"What's wrong?" He ask.

"I-uhh," I tears steams down as I think about those memories. I think he gets what's up and pulls me into a hung.

"It's ok, I got you. Come on lay down and try to go back to sleep." I lay on his chest and cry into a dreamless slumber.

I wake to the alarm going off. I sit up and get out the bed. Kevin and Blake was still asleep. I roll my eyes and shake them awake.

"Come on guys, get up. We have to go to school."

"Just one more minute." Blake mumbles. I shake my head no and continue to shake them.

"No, know get up."

"Please, Kindness." Kevin ask.

"I said no. Know get y'all tails up."

"Fine." They say at the same time.

Kevin gets me and Blake some clothes to wear. I go into the bathroom and change. I brush my teeth with the toothbrush that is mine and wash my face.

I leave the bathroom and sit on Kevins bed waiting for them to finish getting ready.

"Come downstairs to get some breakfast." Kevin says. I nod and follow him to the kitchen.

We eat I bowl of cereal, an apple, and drink a cup of orange juice. It was time to go so we leave for school.

We arrive and I go straight to class, not wanting to stay with the guys in an awkward silence. I walk the hall and, for once, pay attention to the people around me.

I took notice how they tried to stay out my line of sight. They whisper to each other, but when I look in there direction blood drains for there face. I smirk at how scared they are. I love being feared. Way better then being the one afraid.

That brings the memory of my old school. When Andrea cut my face, and I went to school the next day, I found Q and beaten the crap out of him. I screamed and punched, blaming all my misery on him. For the most part it was true. I was bullied because of him. I got home late cause of him. I wasn't paying attention and messed up the clothes partly cause of him. The scare on my face was partly his fault.

Lets just say after I beaten him up, then one by one I fought all the guys on the soccer team, and won, and all the girls on the cheer team, and won. I didn't stop until I broken at lease one of there bones. Either an arm or a leg. Everyone began to fear me. I went to juvenile detention for two months for that, but it was worth it.

People hear fear me cause I gone crazy on a few who tried me. You know, the populars. They thought I was an easy target until I showed them I'm not. They don't even look in my direction now.

But I have became nicer. Less crazy. I think it's because of the guys. They bring the good out of me. The other day some girl ran into me and inside of blowing my cap, I told her it's ok and to just watch where she's going. She looked astonished and so was I, internally. I guys is the only joy I have. Without them I'll probably be ready to end it all.