Long way home. (Ziam) (BoyXBoy)

Prologue.

So, I'm not much of a big fan of first person, (Usually like 3rd person books more now) but I wrote this a few months ago back in April 2015 and well I guess I wrote it in first person..?

So I'll just leave it like this, and leave your opinion if you want it to stay first person or not?

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I walk down the main hallway to hell.. Other wise known as high school . Of course everyone always watches me, but not in the way you may think. They see me as scum, as if I don't belong here, and honestly? I really don't blame them. I'm known as the 'Mute kid' most likely because I really don't talk a lot. I don't even talk when the teachers call my name to read a passage of a story, causing me to lose participation points, but I really could give less than a damn.

Sometimes I actually wonder if maybe I am mute...

But no, that's not true. I'm forced to talk at home or my worthless dad is going to kick my ass. Not like it would make a huge difference anyway. If I talk, I get hit, and if I don't talk I get hit. But most of the time I just stay silent.

You would think that maybe my life would be better at home but it's not a cliche story here where the bullied kid has a loving Mum or dad to go to.. At least not in my world. As I said before, my life consists of being slapped around like a worthless piece of shit here at school, and at home. And not just by my dad as well, my mum is just the same.

Say, aren't parents supposed to be loving to their kids?

The bell that directs everyone to their first period blasts though out the building making everyone skitter to their designated classrooms like roaches and rodents.

Of course I didn't have time to stop by my locker. Why you may ask? Well, let's just say every morning I have to get quietly out of my house so my parents won't notice and hold me back to kick my ass for stupid reasons. And today it took me longer than usual to escape my hell hole and to arrive at this hell hole trying to dodge any bullies.

I continue to walk through the crowded halls infested with loud obnoxious students, and along the way, I get bumped into accidental or not. I may never fight back, but I do have a very short temper. I just don't really express it aloud.

I walk into my first period which is none other than English. The subject is alright I guess, but the teacher is a bitch like any other. Honestly, the only good teacher I actually have is my art teacher Mr. Sheeran. He used to be the music teacher last year, and he still is actually, but he teaches art in his free period since they hadn't been able to find a replacement art teacher; and luckily I have him for my last class of the day.

My seat is at the back of the class where all jocks sit, and I absolutely despise it. If the jocks weren't there, I'd wouldn't mind but they make my school life much more worse than it already is.

Everyone is chatting with their friends as I sit alone quietly at the back minding my own business. Sure, a few spit balls have me targeted but other than that it's alright..

Ha, yeah right.

"Students!" Ms. Gabe, my bitch of a english teacher who wears too much make up, and always and I mean always has a perfect bun set right on top of her head talks... Well more like yells. "Get to your assigned seats or you will receive a referral, and stay for detention with me after school."

Everyone quickly obeys and sits at their desk.

"Well, if it isn't mute kid." The jock that's name is Josh Devine speaks.

'No shit retard' I roll my eyes, and continue to stay quiet, trying not to pay attention to him. But it's always a hassle.

"Oh pretty boy rolling his eyes at me Huh?" He mocks kicking at my chair. I stay silent. "Such a shame, never heard your voice before.."

'Can you fuck off already?'

"How about this?" Josh leans more forward from his seating behind me. "If you talk right now, I'll stop making your life a living hell here?"

'Yeah, right'

"No?" He asks amusedly, making everyone else laugh. "Okay then, be prepared to get your ass kicked."

'I get my ass kicked everyday, what's the difference?'

"Mr. Malik." Ms. Gabe speaks, fixing her glasses on the tip of her nose. "Recite the first paragraph in your literature book."

The class looks at me, knowing I won't speak. I don't even get why the teachers still bother to make me read, I mean, they know I won't ever do it.

I just stay the same way, looking at her boredly with my arms crossed.

"Recite, or detention."

I just stare at her.

"Detention it is." She smirks.

"He's probably mentally retarded." Someone whispers.

"Probably? Sure."

"He's really hot... Too bad he can't speak for Shit."

"He's probably still a virgin."

'Ha.. If only they knew.' I mutter quietly in my head, as I flip open the book and read quietly to myself.

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So that's the prologue?

I'll wait awhile until I get a couple of more reads then I'll post the first chapter.

Thoughts so far?

-Yem