It was a tuesday. I was coming out of art and just about to turn the corner to walk down the stairs. I felt a tug at my arm just before i was about to step down on the 1st step. A couple of guys i knew quite well were standing there, i knew em because i hanged around with them about 3 months ago. I had started to distance myself from them after i started going out with one of their sisters and it was a bit awkward. I had split up with her on the weekend. As i turned around one of them pushed me, i fell 17 steps backwards, i was up against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. Then they laid into me. At about 10 minutes past 3 my english teacher was shaking me gently form my blackout. I had a broken nose, 3 cracked ribs and a fractured back and a black eye.
You'd think it was just a made up story. It wasn't. The kids got expelled last week. 6 months after i came out of hospital. I hadn't ever thought much of habbo until then, sure i had been on it way before but who would think this was what would bring me back to it?





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6 months is way alot!


