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personality.

Zak POV
TW: Panic Attack, Death Threats, Angst, Abuse
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They say to never try to be like anybody else, but they never saw what would happen if you didn't.

I've never been able to quote "fit in" with the others. It seems like they all grow hatred on someone if they don't like the same things as you. It's like you saw them kill someone or something I guess. I have a few friends who are like this, they aren't the greatest but they're the only things I have really. Maybe if I swapped places with someone will it seem like I'm an okay person. At least, I don't think I'm a good person. No one has told me I'm good, they only ever tell me "Fix your personality." When really, I don't even know who I am, or how to fix it.

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I wake up fast. Sighing, getting up for school, I look over at my alarm clock. It's about seven thirty in the morning and I walk to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and comb my hair just to get any knots out. I put on a light blue hoodie and some black biker shorts, I get my school essentials and stuff them in my messy backpack. I grab the backpack and go outside of my room, seeing my drunk dad on the couch, I try to be as quiet as possible, he isn't the best when he's hungover. Somehow, he still hears me.

Shit.

"Boy! What the hell are you doing?!" I gulp. "Getting some food.." I stutter slightly knowing he doesn't like when I get food. "What the fuck did I tell you? Don't take stuff from my goddamn fridge!"  "Sorry, dad." He throws a pillow at me, he must still be drunk but before he could throw anything else, I run out of the apartment door and walk down the stairs.

I get to school, hesitating to walk in. I force myself through the doors. Hoping I don't get spotted by anyone I know. But just my luck, I get spotted by someone. "Zak! Slow down!" My brain tells me to run, so I walk faster. I feel my hoodie getting pulled so I stop. "What do you want, Vincent." I say with a bit anger in my voice. I turn around, quickly regretting what I had said "What? I'm just trying to fucking greet you Zak, I guess you still haven't learned even from what I texted you." You don't want to  know what he texted me.

I run to the bathroom feeling like he was following me. The other people in the hall were staring at me running, but at this point I didn't care. I locked myself in a stall, hyperventilating, Vincent was banging on the bathroom stall. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR ZAK." a tear starts rolling down my cheek. I shut my eyes tight and cover my ears. Thirty minutes later, the bell rings and he leaves. I walk out of the bathroom stall and wipe my face with my sleeve, my ears ringing a bit because of how long I'd been covering them. I walk to my class with my eyes a bit puffy from crying so much.

Zak, your 7 minutes late. Take a seat but your gonna have detention on Friday because this is the third time this week. "Okay, Thanks Mr. Dev." My teachers last name is Devin, it's just he prefers being called Mr. Dev. I take a seat next to someone I don't recognize, but I just shrug it off. "Okay everyone! Now back to what I was saying, we have a new student in this homeroom. They have swapped from their original homeroom, so please treat them with respect." The polite boy waved slightly at everyone. Him being happy made me smile a little, something about him felt a bit.. different. I saw him catch eye contact with me and smile, but I quickly looked away and his smile turned into a frown. I felt a bit guilty.

The last bell rang for the class before lunch. I grabbed my things and headed to the cafeteria. I didn't get any food, I wasn't that hungry. I sat at my cafeteria table just with my thoughts. Thinking about that text Vincent sent me.
it was a death threat.

—flashback—

Vincent: Do you have any idea what you've done?
Zak: no?
Vincent: That video you made, on snap.
Zak: that video is a joke dude
Vincent: Do you have a clue about how much drama is going on right now
Zak: What, with your girlfriend? lol, I want nothing to do with the drama, + don't care.
Vincent: I swear to god if you don't change your attitude I'm going to fucking kill you.
Bot: to Vincent, you've been left on read.
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I snap back from my trance from a slight tap on my shoulder. It was that boy from my homeroom class. "Hey! Do you mind if I sit here?" He gave me a smile. I don't know why but I said yes. "So you're in my homeroom class right? I think your also in my Algebra but I don't think you saw me." He giggled a little bit after he said that. I didn't say anything but I just looked at his cactus green eyes. He noticed and smiled a little bit. "My names Darryl, what's yours?" The joyful boy said. "Zak." I said.

We then started chatting about things we liked, and what street we lived on. In my area there are small rental houses and apartments, and it just so happened he lives on my street! He then asked if i wanted to walk home with him, and I agreed. After the bell rang, we parted ways and I headed to my classroom. I'm glad that happened, it helped me take my mind off that text.

It was study hall period so I decided to work on my homework because I had nothing else to finish. Confused on a question, I look around the room. Study hall is in the library so it's very quiet. I look at one of the tables and spot someone identical. Long brown hair, and green eyes, it was Darryl. He was talking with his friends and I don't know why but I walked over. It felt like I had to and I kinda just let my legs start walking. "Hi Darryl!" I said a bit nervously because I didn't really think it through. Darryl gasped and excitedly said, "Hi Zak! Guys, this is my friend Zak, I sat with him at lunch today." A girl from the table began to speak up, "Ohh, so that's where you were!" She smirked a bit. "Hi Zak! My names Cara, and this is Clay, George, Harvey and Nick." They all say condiments of "Hey, Hello, Hi" or "Wassup."

After a while I got to know the people at the table, I brought my homework over and Darryl helped me on it. I ended up getting added to a gc with them in it and then we all said goodbye because the last bell rang. I followed Darryl out of the Library and he walked me to my classes to turn in the homework. He was in front of me and I was in the back, suddenly, I felt something come up against my back, causing me to fall over. The punch was so hard to the point where a little bit of blood came out of my mouth. I turned around. And saw Vincent. Darryl heard the loud thud and turned around as I did, and saw me on the floor. "Zak! Oh my goodness!" Darryl kneeled down to comfort me and then he looked up at the boy who knocked me down and gave him a nasty glare. "What is wrong with you??" Darryl said. Vincent noticed that I wasn't walking alone and walked off.

At that moment I was so fucking mad, but so shocked. Darryl helped me get up and he turned in my homework for me. My back hurt like hell, but Darryl was helping me walk, which made it feel a bit better. I got to my house, and I allowed Darryl to come in. My dad was probably at a party because he wasn't there, which thank god he wasn't. Darryl gave me some medicine and asked why Vincent did that too me. I wasn't ready to tell him yet so we decided to play Minecraft on my Xbox.

"Hey Zak?" The green eyed boy said, "Yeah?" I said. "Do you wanna hang out sometime this weekend..? Like.. go down-town?" "Sure!" I replied. "Okay great! I'm sorry, I just wanted to ask now because it's kinda late and I need to go home." "It's fine! Don't worry about it." I smiled at him and he smiled back, it was very comforting. We then exchanged numbers. He saw I was already in a group chat with him and we giggled noticing we forgot about that. He then left and waved goodbye to me.

Today was okay.