Chapter Two I've asked my dad if I really have to go, he said yes. I cannot be angry, I might do something. Okay, I broke one thing, but I've stopped now, it's okay. Oh no, I need to get to school. I grab my bags and slope off to school. My class looks boring. There are two girls who look like complete show offs. "Mr Thompson, I don't want to sit next to that new freak," they moaned. I just sighed. I'm too tired. (Although - inside I'm steaming with anger.) Okay, I can't stop myself. I scream, a high, piercing scream, with my hands over my ears, breaking the glass making the two girls bleed, glass all over me, not making me bleed on bit. That was what made them suspicious first...
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