As I'm walking my legs feel as if there going to give out at any moment. With a breath heavy I sit down on the side of the road taking off my old backpack, a hand me down from my brother. Siting with my back against the wall on hard cement sidewalk I look my body over. Seeing the bruises cuts, scapes, etc all over I slowly chuckle to my self. This always happens, in the wrong place at the wrong time or right depending on how you think about it. I was on my way back from school when a kid around my age was getting robbed by to older guys. I'm not a hero or any thing but I was there I and I thought I my as well help out. I ran up to them and punched one and to a beating so the kid could run after they did I followed suit and ran like hell. I slowly take out my phone and text Noelle to see if she can pick me up. She says she can and as I wait I just sit there try not to so hard. I get out
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