The worst summer ever pt 2

I wanted to fight and kill them all. I managed to to punch a guy in front of me in the nose, but that only caused them to beat me even more. I fell to the ground where they started kicking me and punching me in the face. Eventually, some other people from the street broke up the fight. I managed to have the strength to stand up and stagger away.

It was the first time in my life that I had been truly beaten up physically to the point where my face was bruised up. I had suffered a lot of bullying in my life, but most of it wasn’t physical. I had never been beaten and humiliated that badly. Everyone in Mount Pleasant saw what happened, and it was truly horrific.

The worst part of this whole ordeal was not getting beaten up, oh no. It was the fact that no one showed any concern. There was only 2 men who walked me to a stop sign, but after that they abandoned me. I tried to show off to a girl and epically failed My summer was ruined. No one cared about me. I was all alone. As I got the the car Chris and Tony were already there and Chris was p***** "Whyd you have to fight Omar? His friends got mad at me and they wanted to jump me!" he yelled.

I simply started to cry like a baby. I stopped crying on the way to Pittsburg but as we passed Pizza Inn I started to cry again. I lost my phone and now one of those tattooed Jersey Shore thugs will be selling it to buy drugs.

Chris dropped me off at a stop sign on my house and sped off. I slept on the floor of my bedroom.

When I woke up the next morning, my cheek burned. My nose felt sore, and my right arm was purple from falling off the ditch. Being fully sober, at first I actually didnt remember how I got like this. But slowly it came back to me and I felt enraged by everything, but also didnt know what to tell my parents when they saw my face. My brother luckily drove off to the college that day and I lied to my parents about how I got in a fight with someone because I was drunk and said some things that shouldntve been said.

I didnt tell them that I deliberately started a fight with an old rival. I didnt tell them I spat at his face. I didnt tell them that I lost my phone or got beat up by muscular thugs.

Summer 2014 was a miserable experience.

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