"Look at this little buttwipe," said a figure stepping out of his seat and walked over to Tony.
"What should we do with him?" Another mysterious figure asked.
"I don't know. Babe, got any suggestions on what we should do with this dipwad?" Billy lifted Tony by his collar, presenting him to Jenni. She stared at Tony to get a good look at him. Seconds later she took the cherry flavored lollipop out of her mouth.
"Swirlie him." Jenni walked back to her seat and laughed as Billy carried Tony to the bathroom, his attempt to put up at least a good fight was not working.
"Let me go you neanderthal!" Tony kicked and tussled until he dangled over the dingy toilet seat. Billy used all of his rippling muscles to force him on all fours while Jim's scrawny arms gripped his short, silky, black hair. Tony took a deep breath, praying that they would stop dilly dallying and just dunk him.
"TONY WAKE UP SO YOU CAN CATCH THE BUS. I AM NOT DRIVING YOU TO SCHOOL TODAY!"
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A 70's Schitzo
Short StoryLearn what it means to be schizophrenic. High school isn't the same for everyone. To one boy in particular the real world is nothing but ugly. That is and will always be Tony's thought. Read to see what his day consists of with this mental illness.
