Chapter 1

Author's note: Hey guys! Been about 10 years since I first wrote this story. There was some interest in it lately and I decided to go through and fix it up a bit and beef up the ending a bit as well. If you're reading it for the first time, I hope you enjoy it. If you're someone that read the original...I hope you enjoy reading it again : ) !
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Today is my first day at Green's Academy, the all boy's boarding school. I'm transferring in part way through the year but I couldn't deal with him anymore.

I had to get away from him, I just had to, I couldn't stand it anymore.

I stole his money so I could get here, it was the only thing I could do to get away from him.

Ifhe ever finds me…I'm dead…I know it…

I should be safe here, at this school, safe from him.

I was walking down the halls of the school with the little suitcase that I had. I was on my way to my dorm room. 'I hope my roommate will like me, or at least be nice to me. I don't want to have enemies here too.'

I walk up to room 32 and knock on the door.

It takes awhile but soon the door is answered.

"What the fuck do ya want?"

Grrrreaaaat…he seems nice…not…This should be fun… "Uh…I'm your roommate…"

The skinny brown-haired boy standing at the door looks me up and down, with a hateful glare.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Uh…no?"

The boy let out a frustrated sigh and moved out of the way. I walk inside of the room and go over to the bed I guessed was mine and put my suitcase on top of it.

I look over at my roommate, trying to be cheerful "I'm Sam, what's your name?"

"None of your fucking business, now shut up and leave me alone."

"Can't I just know your name?"

"No."

"O-okay then…" Well, thatwent well. He seems sooo nice.

I ignore the rudeness of my roommate and start unpacking the little amount of things that I brought with me. I hope that not every body at this school is mean. I hope I'll make some friends...

I sit down in my first class, math, God I suck at math…I suck at everything! I really need to study more this year.

I sit beside this black haired boy, he looks so mean. It's about halfway through the class, I get thirsty so I bend over and reach into my school bag and take out a water bottle. I open up the water bottle and take a sip, after taking a sip I put the bottle down on the desk and continue writing down the note. Without realizing how close the water bottle is to my arm I knock it over, it spills and gets all over the boy's work that sits beside me. He looks over at me. 'Holy crap this guy is so pissed off at me, he looks like he wants to kill me! Please don't hurt me! Please! I don't want to deal with bullies again! Please!'

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"

"You little bitch. Look what you did." The boy snarls at me.

Oh shit! I'm dead! "I'm really sorry!"

"You will be. You'll be sorry you were even born."

This can't be happening! It was the end of class now. The boy beside me was giving me death glares the whole class. He gets up and walks past me, whispering in my ear. "At lunch time you're dead."

All of second period I couldn't stop thinking about what that boy had said to me. I couldn't even focus on what the teacher was saying. It was the end of class and now it was lunch time.

I slowly and cautiously walked down the hall and outside. I started walking over to a bench when all of a sudden I was tackled to the ground. I couldn't see who it was but I could take a good guess it was the boy from math class.

My face kept getting smashed into the ground over and over again. It was so incredibly painful. I could feel warm blood on my face. I tried to get away but the boy was straddling me and I couldn't move.

I was never good with pain or blood…soon enough, I blacked out.