(Carl's P. O. V.)
Carl walked down the hall, his black hair in his eyes. He was an 'emo', he knew that, but got bullied for who he was. He wore black skinny jeans and a "Chemical Romance" shirt.
He walked to his locker and entered the combo. Then he got pushed down to the floor. Everybody was starring at him and the guy who pushed him, John, the meanest and most popular kid in his high school.
"You should watch it, faggot, you don't fucking even matter to anyone." John yelled at him.
"You should watch what you say." Carl said, getting up. "Or you should watch what's coming for you." he punched him in the nose, blood staining his hand.
"You're strong for a gay guy, faggot." he got up and tried hitting him, missing and hitting the lockers.
"And you are weak for a straight one." he pushed John down, putting his arm behind his back, pulling it to make it hurt. "I might be gay, but I ain't weak."
"Shu--" Carl slammed his head against the floor, cutting him off and knocking him out.
He grabbed his binder from his still open locker. He looked at John for a second then shrugged. It could have been worse for me, he thought.
He walked to his classroom, prepared for reading and the rest of the day.
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(A/N) Sry this chapter is short. But it's a good start and I hope you love it. I think I did good and can you suggest things I can do to improve my writing if be really grateful. Goodbye!!! See you later, motherfuckerrrs!!
