♡ we'll try again ♡ [joshler]

12:Dick.

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Tyler: who is this??

Unknown number: it really doesn't matter.
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I'm so confused. Why would Josh not wanna be friends anymore??
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I had school today. Not fun but okay. I walked over to my locker thinking about how my day would go with Josh just ignoring me.

I opened my locker slowly trying to get over the fact this day would suck.

A loud noise startled me then a jolt of pain ran up my arm.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yell in pain.

This hurt. What was it ??
I looked at my left hand that had been struck by my locker. It was broken and bleeding.

"WHAT THE HELL!" I look next to me cradling my hand in my other hand.
It was a group of football players.

"Sup faggot" I held back the urge to cry as I bleed onto my jacket.

" what do you want"

The "leader" of the group laughed.

"Nothing, fag"

I started to shake a little and I got dizzy.
"I'm not a faggot" I mumble.

He just simply pushed me down and flipped me off, walking away from me.

I started brusting into tears from the pain.
That was pointless!

A/N
Idk man idk