Lex

The sword hits the wood of the shovel, digging into the weathered wood. Jacob’s blue eyes glare into me. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone hate me this much before. The ferocity with his attacks tells me that he truly wants to kill me.

This isn’t just a mean boy wanting to pick on someone. Jacob wants me dead.

The wood begins to break under the weight of the sword and Jacob’s strength. I step back, and he takes the opportunity to swing again. The blade catches me in the arm, easily slicing through the thin layer of fabric I’m wearing. I hiss my arm begins to bleed,...