Samuel’s P.O.V

The bell for the end of the first period rang, telling me to make my way to my locker fast enough so I wouldn’t be caught by Marc and his gang again. I put my sketchbook in my backpack and started walking. Even if they already beat me to a pulp, they wouldn't hesitate to do it again if I crossed their path.

My second period was PE. I really hated this class because there were many jocks and that the teacher was one as well. I went to the restroom near the locker rooms to change in my PE clothes because the last time I changed in those, they drenched my normal clothes while I wasn't looking and I passed the rest of the day in my PE apparels, in winter. Imagine walking 2 miles in shorts and t-shirt at -10 degrees… let's just say that I couldn't feel my arms and legs after.

I changed in my PE clothes and made my way to the gym. The jocks were in a corner with the cheerleaders around them and they were all laughing like the boys just said the most hilarious joke ever. The rest of the class were all looking at them with eyes filled with envy and admiration. Seriously? I would never be able to understand them. I mean, if they could just stop bullying me, I would be very happy, I didn't need to be popular. I would like to be invisible way more.

The teacher finally arrived, and he ordered us to start running. Hugh, I hated running, because even if I was a werewolf, I was trash at sports. After a few minutes of running I was already at my limit. I was sweating like crazy and I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. I saw the person in front of me getting slower to reach me and then push me. I already knew that he was going to do that, but after the beating of this morning and running, I didn't have enough strength to avoid it.

With a loud thud, I fell to the ground on my butt and everyone looked at me, starting to laugh. Even the teacher found it funny and laughed at me. I knew that he saw what happened, but like I said before, even the teacher was a jock. I slowly got up and made my way to the restroom. I didn't want to continue the class. It will just be them humiliating me all the time so no.

I changed back in my normal clothes and decided to return home. My father wouldn't be home before 6 pm and I finish at 3pm so he wouldn't know that I skipped school. The teacher didn't even call my name anymore when they took the presence so they wouldn't report if I skipped their classes.

I grabbed my bag and started my long walk home. My legs were still weak from the beating I got this morning and the running in PE. They were shaking like crazy all the way and I felt like I would fall over at anytime. If it happened, I was not sure I would be able to get up once again.

The wind was strong, enough to make me nearly trip a few times, not that my legs were making it easier by being as strong as those of a newborn bambi. Leaves were smacking me in the face, and I fell one cut my left cheeks. I winced as it stings, but it didn’t bother me more than that. I was accustomed to huge beatings and broken bone, so a little cut was nothing.

Reaching my house, I grabbed my house keys and unlock the door. I cleaned the dishes from the morning and picked up the trash, principally empty beer bottles, that my father left on the floor.

I was doing some homework when I heard the front door unlocking. I started to panic because it was just 1 pm, my father wasn't supposed to be here, and neither was I...! Oh no…

“Mutt… aren't you supposed to be at school at this time!? You make me pay for your education but in truth you chill with some druggies and waste my money!? Come here you little bastard!” screamed my father. Shit, shit, shit. I was going to die! But I knew that if I disobeyed him it will be worse, so I came near him and he took my hair in a tight grip and started to smash my head against the wall. He then started to kick and punch me and soon, I fell into darkness…