"Hello everyone my name is Mr. Davis and I will be your homeroom teacher this year, I hope we have a good year together, I mean it will be your last, so try to enjoy it." After my homeroom teacher said that I already knew I wouldn't enjoy it, I could feel the piercing stares of my classmates on me. Starting from the 9th grade ever year Blake and his dogs would have some sort of hazing process ready for me, and this being the last year of high school I knew nothing good would come out of it. Mr.Davis left the classroom and we had begun or 15 minute break before classes. I knew what was coming.
"Follow me". One of Blake's dogs ordered me, it was the big one so I couldn't refuse and if I'm being honest I knew that it was an excuse to say that he was big, the real reason for following him, was just me being scared. I am a coward. I was in the gyms storage room with 4 other people. I was nervous, my heart started beating double the pace while Blake and his dogs took out the bouncy yet hard doge balls. In elementary school I liked doge ball, but throughout middle school and high school I have come to hate it, it's the cause of a lot of bad memories, so I assumed that was why my heart started beating so hard.
They started hitting me with the doge balls, I scrunched in the corner, sweat dripping down my head, I was scared, right? I was supposed to be scared, yet why was I smiling at something as atrocious like this. I wasn't scared, nor was I hurting. I stood up with my back straight determined to do something, yet why, why did the second I stand up feel that fearful feeling I felt in the 10th grade again. I stopped smiling and I was aching, but what made me so afraid was in front of me, this was not Blake or his dogs, this person was so blood-curdling. I wanted say something, but right as I was about to talk this terrible person did something so appalling yet disgusting.