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SORIN
The walk to school wasn't too long. By the time I got there, it was the second period. It didn't matter if I were late. I don't even need to go to school in the end of the school year since no attendance at the end of the highschool.
Damien was there before me. Since well, he had his own car and everything. He's a popular guy. We go to the same class most of the time but, we never talked. He's like, one of the popular kids. Unlike me. I'm just a boring little guy. All the ladies would dream and drool over him. I mean, who wouldn't..? He would skip classes and teachers wouldn't stop him. They feared him as much as I did. So they did nothing to stop him.
I at least have one friend. He is like a brother I wanted. When we're like five years old, he would threaten my bullies every time they pick on me. He said he'd snap their dicks off then shove it up their throats. Kinda scary. His name is Charlie.
Charlie is an amazing person with chubby cheeks, much like mine. He is also very cheerful and protective. He's a bisexual guy but is mostly leaning into men. He's just so amazing. Charlie and I aren't exactly the same. He vapes but, he never pressured me to do it nor did it in front of me.
I made it to my second period class. Laughter and chatters were heard from inside. Grabbing the doorknob, I slowly twisted it, opening the door. Everyone's eyes were immediately on me, making me feel uncomfortable. I slowly step inside the classroom, still feeling their eyes on me.
I slowly looked at Damien, our eyes meeting as his feet relaxed on his desk. "Go take a seat, Sorin. It doesn't matter whether you're late or not." The teacher instructed, going back to the reading of "The Girl With The Pearl Earring."
I nodded slowly, walking to my seat. I even managed to trip on one of the jock's foot, causing the class to laugh silently.
Of course, I held it back. Biting my lip harshly as I forced myself to not let the tears fall off my eyes.
I got up slowly, ignoring the vulgar words the students are throwing at me silently. I can hear everything. I hate it.
I'm not safe at home nor at school. I'm just not loveable. I never have been since birth.
I slowly sat down at the back of the class, looking down at the slurs and vulgar words carved on my desk.
