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Chapter 1

Timor puts on his shirt and rectifies his collar. He closes the locker and grabs his bag and gym shoes from the bench that stays in the middle of the clothing room. At the moment that he wants to open the door, from the clothing room, Brandon stops him. He is one of the most popular guys at the Beverly Hills High School in Los Angeles. The boy that is adored by many, but in reality nothing more than a big ass hole. Many girls fall for him, thanks to the blond hair, blue eyes, good body and little tan concept. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going? You are not finished here. You forgot that you still have to get your punishment for bumping into me,” says Brandon. Two friends of Brandon come closer to the two. One of Brandon’s friends is going behind Timor and another one is going to his left side. Timor is like a cornered animal, with the three boys at each side of him and the door on his right side. There is no chance to escape. Timor has no other choice than to surrender and wait for what is coming. All three of the boys have a dirty smile on their face. The kind of smile that a bad guy has in a movie when he is making his dirty plans. “Why aren’t you saying anything? You can’t? You lost your tongue, slit-eye?” says Brandon and slaps Timor three times hard with the flat of his hand against Timor’s cheek. The place where Timor was hit hurts, but he doesn’t want to show it. He doesn’t want Brandon and the other boys to have that pleasure. “Leave me alone! I haven’t done anything to you guys!” Timor says louder and more aggressive than he wanted. “Oh! The Chinese guy can say something,” says the guy who’s standing behind Timor. “I’m not Chinese!” “Don’t be a know it all,” says Brandon and grabs Timor’s collar and pulls Timor closer to himself. Timor can’t prevent himself from letting a little scream passing his lips, because the pull of Brandon really hurts at his neck. “Don’t try to be smart. All the slit-eyes like you, they are all the same. There really is no difference. So shut your mouth!” Timor grabs Brandon’s arm in the hope that Brandon will let go of his shirt or would lessen the grip. Brandon shakes Timon’s hand of and pushes Timor hard against the door. When Timor turns his face to him he gives Timor a hard punch with his fist against Timor’s nose. Timor goes with his hand to his nose, because it feels like it’s bleeding, and it is bleeding. Timor can’t take it anymore and he knows that fighting back is the most stupid thing to do in this situations, but he really can’t stand it being bullied and not fighting back. He balls his fists and gives Brandon a hard punch against his cheek. Brandon goes with his hand to the place where he just got hit by Timor and screams: “Get him!” The other two boys that were standing behind and left from Timor grab him tight. Timor gets hit and kicked by the boys. He tries to protect his face, one of the things  he has learned from his stepfathers beatings. It's always the first thing that people will see, so if you want to avoid all the questions let them hit on places you can hide. When Timor was younger his stepfather always beat him, the people always asked him what happened. He couldn’t say his stepfather did it, so every time he tried to came up with another excuse. He became so tired of it that he came up with the fact that he had to protect his face. After the many punches and kicks from the other boys Timor can’t stand it anymore and falls on the ground. He feels a few more kicks that hit his belly and then he passes out.

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