"There you go," Amy said, putting a small square-shaped band-aid at the corner of my lips, "You will have a nasty bruise on your face" She warned, looking at me with overwhelming concern in her eyes.
I put my hand over my cheek and cringed when a jabbing pain stung me there at the pressure I had put, "Yeah, one of the guys from here slapped me" I said, nodding my head and the face of the guy who had slapped me flashed through my mind for a split second.
I shook my head in a vain attempt to clear my thoughts off. I silently thanked God for letting me escape with minor injuries.
Amy's face hardened when I said that, "Who?" She asked through her clenched teeth and I did not fail to notice how her hands balled into a fist.
I shook my head at her, "I don't know his name" I sighed, "But
