August 12th 2013
She yells
I yell back
she's in my face
and in my space
I push her away
she pulls my hair
Punch
punch
punch
drip
drip
drip
blood rushes down my face
on the floor I lie
bloodied and in pain
i rush out the door
campus lead shortly on my tail
I think leaving is my best shot
police come
one by one
I secretly hope
I secretly pray
that they take her and lock her away
she says I won't go
to cottage one I go
morning comes
change clothes
to school I go
that is what happened on August 12th in cottage three
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