A/N: Hi everyone! This is just something that I wrote for a creative writing assignment for my university and I included this in my portfolio. This is the final version as I done two drafts before this. Basically it’s from a point of view of someone being affected by Anti Social Behaviour. Enjoy!

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A Rude Awaking

Ah, what a wonderful and exciting day I had today. I spent the whole day shopping with my boyfriend. After a few hours we were on our separate ways. Before jumping on a bus home to Romford, Kieran gave me a light hearted kiss, promising that he will call me later. I only been with him for five months now and I really love him. I was now on my way home listening to some music on my phone. Not far from where I lived I had a phone call from one of my friends. I was laughing as she was telling me about her new boyfriend. Oh well, if he made her happy then that was the main thing. I was too engrossed in the call that I didn’t notice a crowd of teenagers in the distance. All five of them, disturbing figures, were dressed in dark hoodies and baseball caps. They were perched like crows on the corner wall. Immediately the phone call ended and I shoved the phone quickly into my bag.

Two boys, about fifteen or sixteen I would say, were riding around on their bikes. It almost seemed as if they were patrolling the area, looking for the next person that will be their inevitable victim. On the other hand, a mixed group of girls and boys were near the tall wall, some of them were screaming and shouting while others were listening to their boom boxes at such a loud volume. I made a tooting noise to myself – typical kids! Nowadays parents couldn’t care less about their children, I thought to myself. If I was a parent and had children of my own I wouldn’t want them to hang around on street corners doing God only knows what. Oh well it’s down to the parents and the way they have brought up their children. It’s not any of my concern at all.

Anxiety soon took control of me and my skin broke out in a cold sweat as I was beginning to feel weary of them. I must admit, I didn’t like the look of these teenagers. When I was a few yards away from them, I decided to cross over so I avoided them altogether. I wanted to steer clear of them as warning alarms triggered inside my mind. As I walked past silence fell amongst them as they caught sight of me. I turned my head to gaze at them to find them eying me with a sharp gleam in their eyes. Chills running down my spine, I quickly turned my head and looked straight on, my legs moving forward hastily. Please don’t let them do anything to me.

Suddenly something hard hit me back in the head, which caused me to stagger. I fell to the cold solid ground, a little screech escaping my mouth. I realised that they must have sneaked up behind me, aiming to catch me off guard. My body shrunk in total fear on the floor as they all surrounded me, laughing harshly and sickening smiles upon their faces. I didn’t know what to do as my mind went completely blank. My only best option was to plead. I tried to beg them but my words turned into a tortured cry as one of the girls kicked me hard in the ribs. Pain suffused my body and it felt like my life was being drained from me. Deep down I knew that there was nothing that I could do to defend myself.

Soon enough they all joined in – taking turns to hit, punch and kick me. I was in absolute agony and I felt extremely terrified. With every blow of their fist against my face and every furious kick, they overpowered me. I was completely dominated while lying on the floor in a helpless state. Throughout the brutal attack they hurled nasty names at me and tears ran down my face as they continued this unwanted ordeal that I had to suffer.

Within a few seconds it was all over. They snatched the phone from my grasp and took the money from my purse, about £40 or so. My face was swollen from bruises, making it hard to move my jaw. My body was aching all over, the pain was too excruciating. I felt a faint trickle of something running down my chin to my neck. I checked my entire face before placing a hand on my upper lip. I gasped in surprise when I took my hand away and to my horror, it was blood. The group slowly walked away, one of the boys spitting on me as he passed me by. Trembling, I tried to get to my feet but I felt faint and heavy all over. With an agonising groan my head fell to the floor and everything faded into black, my eyes shutting as unconsciousness took hold of me.

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A/N: Please review – whether it’s good, bad or just even constructive criticism. Criticism would only help me improve my writing. I want to hear your opinions on this :)