Wednesday, 22 July 2009
08:51:49 PM (GMT)
Crystals Point a view
When I sit in my new seat the bell rang. I rush to English; I didn’t want to run in
Austin. I enter class and sit in the front and put my head down. Everyone enters, I
hear someone tap me on my back so I turn around and Austin is there. I turn around
but he gets up and sits next to me. I face away from him wishing he will go away but
he doesn’t. Instead he gets up and hugs me in front of everyone. I cringe then I
push him away and I run out of class and down to the guidance.
I punch the wall and fall down and cry. Nobody is there and they won’t see me.
Austin comes in. I scream. He comes up to me and he sits next to me. I lay my head on
his shoulder, telling I’m sorry. He rubs my back and dries my tears. I go use the
phone and ask my dad to come pick me up. I say bye to Austin and I go to my locker,
and then wait outside for him.
As he pulls up he is angry. I slide in the back. He drives fast. I lay against the
glass. When we pull up at the house I got out my dad picked me up. He sat me down and
took of my new clothes and throws them in the hamper. He puts a ragged dress on me. I
crawl away from him. He steps on me and I scream. He slaps me. I hold back tears. He
drags me to my room. He shuts me in, meaning he will be back for more tonight. I go
to sleep knowing I won’t get any tonight.
Austin’s Point of
I’m Confuse why Crystal has bruise on here. As I watch her move down a couple
seats. When the bell rings, she almost runs out the door. I follow her to my next
class with her. She has her head down with her hood on. I sit behind her; I tap her
on the shoulder. When she turns around she turns right back around. I slip up to the
front. I look at her but she turns away. I hug her, I feel her get tight. She runs
from the room. I give her a second the run after her. When I enter this office she is
there on the floor. I sit down and rub her back. When she lays her on my shoulder I
know nothing was ok at home. When she got up and called her dad I didn’t want her
to but it was too late. When she leaves I call my mom to come pick me up.
When I go home I see into her bedroom and she is lying on the ground sleeping in this
dress with holes everywhere. I wish to go to her but know better not to.
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