Marcel my love

Marcel

I walked into school. Being forced to, as usual. I was always the kid that got picked on. I mean I had geeky glasses, gel in my hair, and nothing but sweater vests in my closet. I mean why would anyone talk to me.

I went to my locker to get some books out for math when I herd a loud "Hay nerd!". I know who it was. This was normal and no one would ever understand. I had no friends. No brothers or sisters to help me. I was alone in life.

They grabbed me by my sweater and stuffed me in. I hear a voice say "You kids get out of here and get to class. Also you have detention all next week." This was my printable. No one cared what she said. The boys just laughed and left.

"Are you ok?" She asked me

"Ya. Just fine." I said in a unhappy tone

"Ok well I want you to come to me if this happened again." I know that if I were to do that you might just want to declare me dead now.

"Yes. Of corce Mis. Franklin" I said forcefully.

"Good" and she left

This was normal like everything else in my life. I could expect to be in a toilet at 11:45 and by the end of the day is a thing I like to call parking lot beat down. No one gets it.

By the end of my beating I'm late for the bus and I have to take the late bus with all of the kids who get detention and stuff. I get taunted on the bus and by the time we're there I'm drenched with spit balls.

When I get into the house my mom says "Hi Marcel." All cheerful like till she sees me.

"Again?" She says well running over to look at my new black eye.

"Yes. This happens every day why are you acting so saprized?"

"We'll it shouldn't! Can I please call the school and tell them to" I interrupted her.

"No mom!" I sighed I didn't like talking like that "just give it one more day."

"Fine but after that no more." She said well heading me a bag of ice.

I went up to my room and sat there. I mean what was there for me to do? I had no friends to message, not even fake friends to message and no one in my world at all that I would be able to talk to. I ended up doing my homework and falling asleep with out dinner. I kept asleep till I hard a loud slam of the door.

"Sup y'all bitches" I hear my dad yell from down stars. My mom ran down and was yelling at him for like two hours but felt like a million. My dad did drugs and was never him self even when he wasn't high.

The next day I go into school. After my usual five periods and then lunch. There was something different about today then any other normal day.