I'm Lucky. Why the strange name? Because my parents didn't even bother to name me. So I'm named Lucky because that is what I am. Lucky. Anyway I'm walking to school when I get the daily bullying. So basically I get turned into a punching bag.

  "What's wrong? You can't fight back?!" Bully 1 says. I spit blood from my mouth on his clean school uniform.

  "I would if you didn't get your friends to hold me so you can beat on me!" I said. He comes closer. I headbutted him and tripped the people holding me.

  And I ran. Oh I ran so fast. Then BAM! I ran straight into someone.

  "I'm so so sorry. I didn't see you!" Honestly I wasn't sorry. It was probably pretty funny. Then I notice something he was holding. I-Is that a k-knife?! With blood on it!?!??!

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  He stands up. Then he swings his knife diagonally and sliced skin and muscle. He then proceeds to try to stab my chest but I grabbed it by the blade ( which hurt like Hell) and my fingers bled. manage to get the knife out of his hand. I throw it across the street.

  I then tackle him, get him on the ground and I use my pepper spray (I use it to torture bullys) then call the cops.

  When the cops arrived they called the ambulance for me. Everything starts to turn black. Suddenly a earthquake starts as I pass out.