Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 

As I made my way to the back of the class I kept my head down in fear of being noticed. Sadly it didn't completely work. Whispers of 'faggot' and 'emo' and even the basic 'bitch' were thrown at me, trying to drag me under the water. Once I made it to my back row left corner desk I let out a sigh. 

"Mr. Iero?" The teacher looked around unable to see my small body in the back corner. 

"Back here," I said like a zombie who had been smoking weed. Which I am not.  

"Mr. Way is new and needs someone to help him out today. Could you do that for me?" Like that's a question. It's more like 'are you mentally stable? Can you help him out without turning him into a danger to society?' I really would have to answer no to at least one of those questions, but I said, 

"Sure." What could be the harm? I show him to his classes and my job is done. Maybe I'll actually have a friend at this school

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