The beginning
Hi, I'm Ashly cox, but you can call me Ash. I'm 14 and in 8th grade. I'm in foster care and I go to West Hill middle school. I'm walking to school and I hear something moving in the bushes. I take a pocket knif out of my back pack and stand ready to attak what ever might be ready to jump out at me. But then, something grabs me from behind and knocks the knif out of my hand. Then, Jakob Berkly, a bully from my school, jumps out of the bushes and punches me in the stomach."ow!" Then the kid behind me, pushes me to the ground, that's when I realize that the kid behind me was James Berkly, Jacobs brother. Then I blacked out, the next thing I remember, I'm standing there looking down at them, they were bleeding, and brused up from head to toe.All I say is," That will teach you not to mess with me." Then I gather up my stuff and continue on my way to school. I looked at my knif and notesed there was no blood on the Blade, and there was cuts on the boys, wierd. Well, when I got to school a girl came up to me and told me that I might get exspeled. "Ashly Cox!" Belowed a loud voice. It was Mr. Write, my principal.
Oh no! I said in my head. "Yes Mr. Write?" "My office NOW!!" "Ok.." So, i went to Mr. Write's office and saw Jakob and James siting there with scratches and bruses and it turned out that I broke James's arm. Any ways, I got exspeled.
What am I going to do!
To be continued.......
Don't look be low its just beacase I need 3000 characters
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