rantings from high school.

A wave of complete terror washed over her as the lay on the ground. She attempted to push away from the tall dark figure that loomed over her. Both knew what would happen is something didn't interfere. The bright street light barely reached the corners of the dim alley, but she could see the grin on his face. There was no place to move. She had reached the wall. The cold hard bricks against her back reflected the resolve building in her. Strength, rage and absolute confidence filled every inch of her being. She begin to to push off the wall and rise to her feet, but he kicked her. Blood streaming down her face, she fell back to the ground almost unconscious. It was pointless. Her fate was sealed, the dark figure came down on her and...

Xan's eye's flashed open. A cold sweat dripped down her spine, "Oh god..." she mumbled while blinking away sleep and the vivid nightmare. She could still feel the hands as they tore her clothing. "Where did that come from?" Xan pulled back the sheets and stretched. It was seven o'clock, she was going to be late. Pulling on her normal drab black dress, Xan set out for another day in the ever stimulating eleventh grade.