The Worst School Ever

We meet again

Things never go my way, no matter how hard I try. It always seems like every time I attempt to do something nice it always backfires on me. Like when I try to help a kid cross a busy road, just for some old hag to say "I'm trying to kidnap him." It was fun explaining to the police what actually happened. This stuff happens all the time in my life, yet no one ever takes my side except for mom. My dad says it's because of my creepy appearance that makes people not want to be with me. It's true; my wide, crystal-like eyes make people feel a certain type of way. Maybe it's intimidation, I don't know. I've never met someone that doesn't have brown eyes. It was one of the main reasons why my dad divorced mom. He was thinking that she got with some white boy. Even after the DNA test he couldn't believe it. With his overflowing hatred for me, it makes it uncomfortable to go to his house over the weekends. Not only did I lose a father, I also lost friends. All the friends that I'd made, even though there were only two, are now gone. Never to be seen again.

Growing up, his dad never paid attention to him. In his father's eyes, he sees Gojo as another thing to sell off, like his diamonds. Love or affection at home was little to none; his parents worked day and night, not actually taking care of their kid. This made the nanny that took care of him the main parent in his life, but she never gave him any emotional parenting. In her eyes, if she can't love and see her own kids, why would she show that to the child whose parents are the cause of that?

Not getting the love that he so desperately wants, he tried talking to everyone around him at school. Even the "loser" kid that no one likes. That loser later became his best friend, but sadly moved away. Haven't heard from him once.

Although he has an unwelcoming home life, he is treated much better at school. They praise and lust after him, including the teachers who have a whole husband and kids. People go out of their way to get into groups or talk to him; he's quiet, handsome, and smart. What more can he do to get people's love?

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Gojo sighs as he zips up his uniform pants, getting ready for another unbelievably boring history class. He was already late, so he didn't try to rush himself. He walked to the sinks to wash his hands, but had been interrupted by a deafening alert that echoed through the bathroom. It was making him want to rip his ear drums out over how stimulating the loud sound was. Covering his water soaked hands over his ears, he ran out of the bathroom to his class. The classroom door that was normally open for Gojo, as he was always late, was now locked. Sweat started to drop from his forehead, not understanding what was going on.

'What's happening? Why isn't she letting me in?!' He thought, heart beating faster than a drummer. As Gojo bangs on the door frantically trying to get them to open up, he hears loud buckling and stomping come closer and closer to him. Before he could say anything, one of the oily, fat police officers jumped on him, causing him to be slammed onto the floor. His head, filled with thoughts, became cloudy from the immense pain. Blood rushes down Gojo's now broken nose and down his head after hitting the door knob on the way down. He lay there in his blood while the police officer grabs his arms and twists it behind his back, almost dislocating it in the process.

"You have the right to remain silent– Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you." The officer says. Spit was flying everywhere, getting on the unconscious boy's face and hair. Once the officer was finished, he handcuffed Gojo's limp arms and grabbed onto the other's shirt collar to pick him up.

"Get up. Don't make me drag you." The officer said as more police rushed towards him. They were unworried about the state of the boy, since in their eyes, he's a sicko. When Gojo couldn't get up, multiple police officers had to come together to carry him; 6 foot 3 and heavy. Blood dripped down onto the ground, leaving a trail following them out to the parking lot. Gojo looked around, exasperated from the headache that he was now facing. Cheers of praise came from the other police officers for getting the job done so quickly with him being such a "difficult" criminal.