San Jose, CA

It was the last day of ninth grade. I was slowly walking home, by myself, my best friend had just moved away. I was not feeling myself at the time. A girl, my age stepped out in front of me. "CHOSEN ONE!" She yelled from behind me. "You are the choosen one, Anthony. You are our supreme ruler. "

"What? No!" I started running. Sue pulled out some sort of a wepon and slashed my arm. I kept running and out ran her just in time. I still have the scar today and wished it never happened.