Plot Twist

Their ruff hands grab on to my arms, and they start swinging me by my wrists.

I try to hold in my whine, but it pushes through my lips anyways as I hit the brick wall that is our school.

One of the boys slaps me acrost my face as the two boys on either side swing me towards him.

"You know better," one wispered into my ear.

Then, came the cops.

"Thanks, boys," said one as he grabbed me to take me into the back of the car.

"There was no need to be so violent," a female officer muttered, stairing at my bruises, already forming from the boys' brutal strenght.

A small girl stepped around her four older brothers, a small black track-phone in her hand.

"It was scarry," she wispered, looking down at her phone. "It's a good thing my brothers found her, really. She would have gotten away if someonesofter had found her."