Hank Turner Descriptive Writing

As I wake up lying in my bed doused in sweat from the nightmare I just had,The same Nightmare that I have every night the last thing I ever saw. The accident. Before the accident I was a normal kid no scars, no getting made fun of and certainly wasn’t blind. I didn’t want another day of getting made fun of just because I was different. Still I got out of my sweat drenched bed and got ready for another day of dread. I barely made it to the bus and I sat in the first seat I found with nobody in it. It thought to myself “I wish I just could be normal!” and put in my ear buds and waited anxiously for the bus to arrive at school. There is one person in particular Hank Turner. First of all he was as strong as MMA fighter, and he was the biggest bully in the school. For whatever reason Hank liked to pick on me and I was his prey. When I got to school you could always tell that the place was gritty and old, just by the way it smelled and
The whispers are about me, Dexter Brown. For the reason that I’m blind and have scars on my eyes. I’m walking in the school, hearing each and every whisper, people in the hallway laughing at me and wondering why this was happening to me. As I get to my locker Hank is there, I know this because he said, “Hey loser I’m not going to hurt you, at least not now I’m going to break your walking stick” Suddenly, he took my walking stick and Hank broke it as if it were a twig. Then threw it on the ground as if it meant nothing to me, no value to me. Hank said “There will be more where that came from” and walked away. I felt incredibly sad, but I couldn’t show that in front of him or he would think I’m weak, So I gathered what was left of my white cane, I couldn’t use it so this was going to be a hard day until I could get a new one. I’m going to have to completely rely completely on my hearing for walking around school.I again find myself in the same situation with Hank