Flowers

My field.

Tubbo has always been someone that normally stayed away from big crowds. Not that he didn't enjoy talking to people, but because of his scar. He absolutely hated people commenting on his scar. It wasn't his fault he couldn't hide it. It wasn't his fault he got it at such a young age. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't his fault, it wasn't his faul-

"Tubbo. TUBBO!"
"H-Huh?"
"what's the answer to this question?"

Oh right.. Tubbo was in school.

"Uh.." The brunette squinted over at the board as he tried to read the words. What did they even say..? Dys- phoria? What did that even mean? Since Tubbo was in such a panicked mood, not at all helped by his dyslexia, he really didn't understand the question. "What does it mean to have facial dysphoria?". He didn't know. " uhm.. To.. Not.. I don't fucking know.."

"Right, next time pay attention." The teacher scolded him, leaving kids in the class giggling. If it was Tubbo laughing at them, he would've been told to shut up by the teacher and fellow peers? Why could they laugh and he couldn't? Why could they have fun and make jokes about others and he couldn't? Why could they be absolute jackasses and he couldn't? Why-

Right then, the bell rang. The brunette quietly sighed, before standing up and stretching. He then proceeded to grab his bag and begin to file out the class. He didn't want to be there any more. He wanted to go home and stay in his room for the rest of the night. He wanted to-

"Tubbo. Can you please stay behind for a second?"
".. Of course, Ms."

Tubbo internally shouted as he stepped aside the line as kids who were filling out started chuckling at him and making jokes. The Brit scoffed, before going over to the teacher's desk, adjusting the strap to his backpack slightly.

"You needed something, ms?"
"Yes, I did actually.. What happened to you, Tubbo?"
"Huh?"
"You used to be my top student. Why are you the one that's failing now?"

'Oh.. This kind of talk..' Tubbo thought to himself as he sighed, tilting his head slightly. Yeah. Tubbo did remember when he was the top of the class. He still was a loner, but people appreciated him more. His teacher let him laugh. His dad didn't yell at him every two minutes when he was home.. He was.. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. WHY COULDN'T HE BE PERFECT AGAIN?? NO MATTER HOW HARD HE TRIED, HE MESSED UP! WHY WASN'T HE LIKE THE OTHER KIDS?! WHY COULDN'T HE BE HAPPY LIKE THE OTHER KIDS?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY WASN'T HE PERFECT?!-

"Tubbo? Tubbo, sweetie, are you alright?"
"Oh? Yeah! Why? Why wouldn't I be?"
"You zoned out so I thought something was wrong."
"Oh! I'm fine!"
"Alright.. Now, are you gonna answer my question?"

Ah.. Yes. The question.

".. I dunno."
"You don't know?"
"Yeah. Kinda just lost touch.. That's all."
"Yeaaaah.. Alright. Well you better get back in touch, alright? Now go home and get some rest."
"Yeah, alright. See ya later, Teach."

Tubbo walked out of the classroom, feeling more drained than before. Yeah.. He had to go home. Of course, he would hangout with his only friend, Tommy, however he was sure the blonde was off bothering his older brothers, Technoblade and Wilbur. The brunette sighed, before beginning to walk home. He didn't really want to go home. His dad wasn't the greatest when it came to alcohol, and his other father was always off gambling. So usually, Tubbo stopped by a field to let out his worries. Yes.. The field.. HIS field.. He worked so very hard on keeping it healthy and safe. It was own his flower field. No one in the school knew about it. It was his safe spot. His safe spot to let out emotions. His safe spot to cry and scream and shout. His safe spot to swear at the person putting him through so much pain. Because of course.. Tubbo was too sweet to do it in person.