Ardian Lasota is a 16 year old boy that was dealt a loosing hand by the devil. He is a boy that survives but does not live. Silence drowns him in the chaos. Love was a foreign concept until now. With his family finding him after 14 years , together...
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Okay so 15 minutes turned into a whole bloody half hour as the pain hampered my walking ability. SHIT MAN. On the bright side, the pain killers kicked in as I reached the school building so that's a plus. I walked into this hell hole with my head hung low and body hunched. This shit hole was a public school on the bad side of town so anything passes here. From drugs, to alcohol, to sex, to bullying. They have it all. They did not even bother to hide it as evidence was all over the walls and floor. The staff could not care less as half of them are either borderline high or drunk. It was recess now so I attempted to just scurry to my locker and then to my next class without drawing any attention to myself. I was known as the mute freak so I had no friends and many, many bullies. Damn kids have nothing better to do with their day. Just as I finished grab my math book from my locker, the door was slammed shut, hitting my body in the process. I groaned as that hit my broken ribs sending tremors of pain. I hesitantly looked up an saw Jake, my biggest bully and a big idiot. "Hey freak, missed you this morning, I guess I can have fun now then." He said to me with his brainless minions laughing behind him. The bitch did not even make a joke and these idiots were laughing. Airheads. When Jake finished his sentence, he kicked my knees causing me to fall to the ground, scattering my books across the hallway floors. I laid there and took punch after punch and kick after kick as I literally no energy to deal with them today. "Go kill yourself you mute freak." Jake laughed as he finally walked away. My body was now in more pain than before but as always, I acted like nothing happened. They did not even know how many times have I tried to die but death always eluded me as if playing some sick joke. I picked myself off the floor, grabbed my now crumpled books from the floor and walked to class. No one ever helps, they just stare. Some laugh, some pretend to not see, but no one makes even the tinies bit of effort to help. Assholes.
Math was dragging on as my bitch of a teacher yapped on and on about some freaking quadratic this and geometric that. Like bitch a calculator was evented for a reason, when the hell would I ever use this in life. I already learnt this a while ago from the textbook so I just decided to doodle in my notebook to kill time. As I was in the middle of drawing a pirate ship, my name was called over the almost broken speaker. "Ardian Lasota, Come to the principal's office immediately!" the static voice called. Damn it. Why the hell was I being called to the principal's office. I was internally panicking as I have no idea what I did wrong. I always try my hardest to remain invisible. By this point, all eyes were on me. Not liking the attention I hastily packed my bag and made a beeline to the front office. On the walk there my thoughts were going a mile a minute, worsening my anxiety. Taking deep breaths to avoid a full on panic attack, I knocked on the door to the principal's office. When I heard I rough come in, I took one last deep breath before gently pushing the door open. I closed it behind me and came face to face with two male officers, one young and one that looked to be in his late 40s. On the other side of the room stood a woman in a professional looking get up. In the middle was principal Weston, who gestured for me to take a seat in front of his desk. He looked at me with sympathy and sadness as he said something that fucked up my emotions. "I am sorry Ardian, but your parents have passed away in a car accident this morning." I did not know how to feel. My emotions were a jumbled mess. I was happy and relieved that they were not here to hurt me anymore, sad that they died because even thou I hate them, they were still my parents, fear as I had no idea was going to happed to me. Will I be sent to an orphanage? Oh god! I have heard one to many horror stories about being in the system. Maybe I can just run away. I have some money saved up, I can find a small job and live in a shelter. Oh my god! What is going to happen to me?! I must have zoned out for a long time from my internal crisis as I was pulled out by my Principal Weston calling my name. He was looking at me with pity. God I hate this. The woman on right of me started talking, drawing my attention to her. "Hey dear. My name is Emma Smith and I am your social worker. I am really sorry for your loss dear. You will be coming with me to the station to take a DNA test to see if you have any other relatives willing to take you in." I nodded and followed her and the officers to the police car where I got in. We were then on our way to the station. I don't know of any relatives so most like its the system for me. Fuck me. Can this day get any worse.
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Will Ardian have any family, if so, will they take him in?
