A/N This is about me and my friends. They main story in this is all completely true and almost a year ago. All names have been changed but the point and plot haven't. R&R and feel free to answer any questions asked throughout this one-shot. Thank you.

Another punch, followed by a kick. I could tell I was bleeding. I could feel my sobs, but all I heard was the shouting. Abuse from those that attacked me, fear from my love, hatred from my friends. Everyone was so useless, we were outnumbered, I knew that, they knew that. You see, the thing about these kind of people, commonly known as chavs, neds or thugs, but the thing about these people is, they only attack or yell abuse at others when their numbers are larger than that of the other group.

Now, I'm commonly know as a goth, or emo. I'm a minority of society, few people understand that I'm not evil. I don't self harm, I'm not depressed, I love, I feel, I don't worship the devil. I obey the law and don't cause trouble. My friends and I hang out, we shop, we laugh, and just have fun. So why should we get yelled at, moved on, insulted and hurt, even killed. What did we do? Why are they so much better than us? We are all the same, we all have organs, we all need oxygen, and food and water. So how does it feel to be different?

People tell you that you have to be your own person. Do what you want and not what others want of you, they tell you to like what you like and not follow the crowd, but when you do all this, when you stand out in society you are in danger. you cannot walk home alone without the fear that you'll be jumped, that a group of people your age or older. Are we so scary? Are we that threatening? It hurts to see people act like this towards you or your friends, to see that just for being your own person society feels you are a threat.
Everyone thinks emo kids cut, supposedly they are depressed and full of hate, they self harm and cry all the time. Well, this is not true, emo is a music type, and a fashion sense. People that do self harm are not necessarily emo, anyone of any stereotype can harm. It is sad that people are unable to like emo music or listen to rock music and wear certain clothes without getting abuse.

They group were older by a year, and as they walked past the couple, they shouted insults are her. In her own defence she insulted them back. They outnumbered them and so they walked up, insulting her more, threats unintentional and intentional, he jumped in, protecting his love, he punched her, the one that was in charge of the other group, her lip bled, but they backed off, they left her. Now, next day at school the group had bitched and complained to friends. The guy was hated by most for hitting her and the small group of goths at the school were scared. The tension in the air was thick, so thick a knife wouldn't cut it. Something bad was going to happen.

It was during the break after two periods of class that it happened, the group from before, with others came marching up to them, they were searching for her, even though it was him that started it. When they found her it wasn't just insults she received. Punched across the face, pushed back, her back against the wall she was outnumbered, the crowd watching the fight stopping her friends from pushing in to help her. One got in. Two against three, and still she reused to fight. They attacked her, her friend tried to get her out, to stop them, and she just stood there. Teachers saw this and stopped the fight. Those few involve were pulled off to the headmaster's office.

At lunch it happened again, the same group looked for her, this time when they found her, she and a different friend ran, across the school grounds and in through another door, we followed but depute headteachers stopped us. I, with a friend, went up to them, after searching for her and finding nothing. We asked where they were, asking if she was okay and saying we were worried. They told us she was fine and was in their office but we weren't to go up in case we were followed. I was so glad to know she was okay. And I hoped this would all blow over and tomorrow we could go back to normal. It didn't.

The fights, insults and threats lasted another week. I was starting to think it would never end, she never came out now, she waited late after school before she would walk home. It was like the start of a war. We were all jumpy and angry. How could they do this? Did we deserve it?

It was days after that another fight kicked up. We were attacked by this group yet again. Sara was pushed to the ground, she was stood on and kicked. Juliet grabbed hold of her attackers hair and pulled it and her out her way to help Amy. I don't know where Amy was among the people. Chloe was held back by her boyfriend Connor. I was shocked, too scared to help. The teachers came out, broke it up, some were hit by the students. I then saw them, Amy, Sara, Juliet and Kelly. I ran over to them, and followed them through the doors, we stood in the corridor, two teachers next to us. Sara was crying, but she said she was fine, she shouted at the teacher that told her to go to the headmaster's office, which shocked us all, she was well behaved all the time.

We all went to the headmaster as we were told. The three from before were in the room, we could hear the shouting. When they came out, one of them was crying. They past us, didn't even look at us. Maybe this would be the end of it. We all went in and the next five minutes he spend telling us off for not wearing school ties, then for the rest of the time he seemed to blame us. It was our fault we were attacked. I was stunned and furious. He was saying we were at fault. He was in charge of this place, and it was our fault. He was just as prejudice as they were. I was near tears at this knowledge. How could he? But sure enough, the fighting stopped. The insults however still come, and we still get them to this day.

Now, is it fair to blame us? Were we at fault for just defending ourselves and our loved ones? Are we bad people was dressing different that most? Is it a crime for us to enjoy different music instead of mainstream? Should only us be moved on when in our shopping centre? Kicked out for no reason? Do we deserve this?

And yet, I would defend my friends to my last breath. I love them all dearly and I do not care of the consequences of fighting for them. Those opinions of the haters mean nothing to me. They all mean nothing to me. But if they hurt a friend I would die to help them. Am I crazy? Possibly. It is an explanation, but I would not consider it insanity. I would say it was love, friendship. These people are family and fuck am I letting anything happen to them.