One Person Can Make A Difference

World peace, something that nearly every human being wants. People to care, and treat others with the same respect. It does not matter who you are or where you are from, everyone should be treated equally. If you have a dream or something you really want, go for it, it can change your life forever.


10. Beat Up

"Hoi," someone yells. I stop dead in my tracks. Who is it? Emma? Kay? Slowly, I turn around and see Rachel, Danielle and Kelly. Oh no, this is going to turn bad, and I know it.

"Come here," Rachel says, they don't look to happy. I quickly run down the stairs, and stand in front of them, avoiding eye contact. Kelly grabs me, and she starts to drag me. Where are they taking me? What are they going to do to me? I find myself now standing in front of the slammer. Oh no. Rachel opens the door, and then Kelly pushes me in. The door shuts, and it feels like they are going to kill me. I turn round, and they circle me, as if they are a pack of lions ready to pounce on me.

"Hope you're ready," Kelly says. I look at her, and see she is holding a pair of handcuffs. Danielle pushes me, and I land in the seat right next to Kelly.

"Let's search her," Danielle says, "I bet she's got something on her" She comes over; Kelly holds my shoulders while Danielle unzips my overall and takes it off me. Now, I'm wearing my black t-shirt and black shorts. She searches my pockets, finding nothing."Hmm, nothing"

"What do you think I've got on me, a bomb?" I ask her.


"Wouldn't mind killing meself" then, she smacks me across the face.

"I'm thinking a beating is in order, don't you girls?"

"Yeah, let's hit her," Kelly and Rachel say. Kelly grabs my hands, and slaps some handcuffs on them. Now I am defenceless, there is nothing I can do. Something comes crashing into the back of my head; I fall off the chair and smack my face off the floor. I am smacked in the ribs, hit in the face, and stamped in the stomach in one go. I manage to open my eyes, and watch as a baseball comes flying into my face.

Someone kicks my ribs, someone knees my stomach and someone smacks my face. Opening my eyes, I see a knife coming towards me. I attempt to back off, but someone holds me, the knife penetrates the skin on my face. I am let go, and drop to the ground. Laughter echoes the room, I watch as they walk out and slam the door.

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