My newest project

I will be writing a three chapter short story. It will probably horrible because it will be a action, and I don't know if I can write that. Also it is in first person, which I am bad at.

Climbing High

Chapter One: The Cowardice

I have always been beaten up and made fun of because of my hieght. Because of this my family has been forced to move me from school to school in order to try and let me gain some friends. Unfortunatly out of five trys, they say if this one does not work out that I will be home schooled, so I will try my hardest at this new school. Carrying my backpack I walk through the entrance of the school. I feel peoples eyes following me, but I just keep looking ahead. Suddenly I hear snigering behind me. Not good, not good. Just keep walking forward, but suddenly I am jerked to a stop. Glancing behind I see a hand, that more closey resembled a bear paw. "Hold it right there, you forgot the entrance fee", comes the voice, raspy and sour. "Umm, how much?" I stutter, then smack myself, remembering I made a vow to not be bullied this time. "Look, whatever it is I am not going to pay it!" As the words leave my mouth though a shiver runs down my spine and I feel myself no longer touching the ground. "Then will beat it out of you"
I hear one snicker, and I feel myself pulled towards the shadows of the building.

Chapter two: The Anger
Aching, dirty and hungry I decided to sneak out of school and skip before anybody else could lay a finger on me. It's not like I am a pacifist, but I never really could protect myself, any bravery I have just washes away. I dose off as I walk and soon find myself in the shopping district of town. The confert of toys that love you unconditionally, there warmth and the feeling of friendliness, one of the only times I felt safe. This is silly, I thought. I'm in high school, been robbed of my money, and I want to buy a stuffed animal. Skulking away I walk into a alley, Just to disappear into the calm darkness where everything is garbage just like me. Suddenly voices come out of the darkness. I blink rapidly trying to get my eyes to ujust to the change of light. Suddenly the glint of steel reveals every thing. A gang gathered around something. It's like I can feel the evil radiati ng off of them. I try and run but my legs give way and crash to the ground with a horrible noise.They turn around and walk over "What do we have here? A little rat? Lets have funwith him just like the other girl.", one says. And again for the second time that day I am carried off into darkening light. As we enter the circle I see a girl, my age laying in the dirt her clothes ripped off. I feel anger rise, was it rape? One of the gang turns to me "Huh, what did you say?", he says. The pleaseure in his eyes as he sees me laying there becomes to much to bare. I twist and twist and tear at the arms holding me, and peal them away dropping to the ground. "Bastard" I hear one cry, and I look up to see him clutching a bleeding eye. They begin to surround pulling out the glinting steel of death. I feel that I will die, but I feel happy to have tried to help those girls.

Chapter Three: The Bravery

I reach for a peice of metal piping on the ground and swing, closing my eyes. I feel risistence hit it, and push. Warm liquid splatters on my face. Suddenly they rush, and I swing, two more go down, untill one reaches me and lunges with the knife, grazing my skin and opening my blood to the world. I let go of the pipe in pain, and clasp my hands to the cut. He again strikes and I twist away his arm reaching by my head. I bight, teeth sinking into his flesh and I feel his arm writhing trying to break free. His fist then connects with my head and I let go,, he falls to ground then, twitching slightly. One left. I charge and try and punch but he grabs my arms and lifts me up. "You'll pay for this" he hisses but then I sink my foot into his stomach and he doubles over gasping for breath. Finally he falls, and I find myself looking over six bodies. Blood coats the ground, but I still look onward, I find the girl and lift her onto my back. She cries in fear and struggles but I hold on tight and walk home. I found my strenght that day. Strength not to protect myself, but others, and only others.