Get up while you still can. {Frerard}

I don't believe in luck.

Hello people, so this is the first thing I've written and it's quite late at night rn (early morning) so I have no idea what I'm doing but yh here you go
XoGee
P.s. If all goes well I hope to update quickly but anywhore =

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Another school, new start- my ass.

I'm talking a literal ass that has shit in it.

After being here for less than 3 hours I've already been warned by teachers and been looked down on by the Jocks (obviously), the nerds and the "goths". ( I'm not even bothering going near the hipsters).

I just didn't fit in with any of them. Although I don't think I really want to be in a 'clique' anyway, I don't get along that well with people you see.
I have Mikey my little brother, we can tolerrate each other, but we stay apart during school hours so he doesn't get beat up being seen talking to the emo fag that had-something-to-do-with-drugs-but-no-one-really-knows.

Okay, yeah I was found in the bathrooms trying to overdose but got caught by a fucking janitor.
One thing however I do envy of the 'clique' is the protection that come with them.
It's all gang fights and nothing is one-on-one.

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It's almost lunch now. Where am I? Oh yeah that's right I'm stuck in history with Jocks surrounding my compass. Notes and whispers were passed as I entered the room to have the teacher scold me that if there were any 'funny' business then I would be straight out of this hell hole. Well - maybe not straight as I also have a very big liking to dick to the dissapoint of my parents, but I can't help it.
The clock is ticking tediously slowly. I stare at it until my eyes cross. I shouldn't do that, I have secret reading glasses which have big circle lenses surrounded by a thick black frame. But only Mom and Mikey know about those.
I didn't like them because they made my chubby face rounder well, they used to. I'm still in denial
about them looking good as I'd lost a lot of weight over the summer.
I was brought out of my thoughts as the bell stung my ears. Students were rushing to get out. Sighing I packed my things up and headed to find a peace place to draw and maybe a smoke.
God I hate school.