David groaned a bit, standing there watching everyone scatter when the bell rang. He knew that he couldn't go to class, people would be talking about it, he would get caught. So he quickly grabbed his bag and ran off. He found refuge in a empty locker room. He set his bag on the floor and lied down on a bench. He groaned a bit, lifting up his shirt slightly to see some bruises. When he tried to touch one, he pulled his hand away, and lied back down.<span style="font-style: italic">God, why did I have to get pulled into another fight? Why can't I just live my life normally...</span>he thought. Slowly, he closed his eyes and lied there, hoping trouble would not come to him. He was beaten up a little bit, yes, but he was sure lucky to have not been thrown into that fountain. Getting dunked was not on his to-do list.