I shoved my important things into a small backpack, "On My Way Home" by PTX running through my head over and over. I started crying. I was running away from my abusive parents. I didn't know why I was crying, they hated me. I made my getaway plan simple. Just don't walk back home from school. Just walk.

I went to my horrible school (for hopefully the last time) with two backpacks today, the small one with my stuff and my schoolbag. I made sure to take the small bag to my music teacher. She was the only being in the school who didn't hate me. I snuck into her room after one student left. "Um. Miss Nicole?" I asked quietly. "Oh! Amber!" "What does my star need this time?" Miss Nicole said with a smile. I smiled a small short smile.

"Well, I was wondering if you could keep this little bookbag safe until the end of school." I told her nervously. "Of course," she said cheerfully, "don't forget to pick it up though!" "Ok! Bye." I said. "Oh, no no no," she said with a "stern" face, "not until I get a hug." I ran over to hug her. "Bye sweetie." she called after me as I rushed to homeroom. I sat down in my desk and put my bookbag under it so no one could kick it  around.

"Hello class!" Mrs. Dewberry said in the most fake happy voice. "Today we are going to start on summarizing books!" I heard a few groans and a couple excited whispers from the big big nerds in the class. I however, didn't fit into either of those groups. I was often bullied. Verbally and physically. Mostly physically though. The older kids would take my book bag and my glasses. The biggest one would then pin me up against my locker and hit, punch, kick, smacked, you get the idea.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my awful Pentatonix Fanfic!