Snippet #1904014

Christopher walked into school, his head tilted down with his eyes pointed at the floor. How late was he? He didn't know, but it didn't matter. He heard another buzz, one of many, and ignored it. He didn't understand why he was getting any; he hadn't been in town over the summer, and he hadn't texted anyone from school in months, but apparently, someone really wanted to get a hold of him.

Chris walked quickly through the hallway, making his way to his locker. On his third try, he got it opened and stuffed his backpack in, grabbing his phone and opening up the messages. As he began to read, his hand went up to his left eye, feeling the large welt around it that he was sure would soon be black and blue, and thinking of the matching welts he would get on his stomach and chest. As Chris was about to put his phone back in his locker, not really have reading the texts, the name of the sender caught his eye. It was unknown.

Reluctantly, he re-read the texts and went pale instantly. But what did he have to hide? The it his him, and he realized what a bad day it was to have gotten in a fight with his dad. He gave out a slight grunt, looking around at the other students in the hallway. He pushed his phone into his back pocket, and started digging into his backpack looking for his new schedule.