Gone... [brustoff]

Chapter one - Sometimes it ends

I've always been that one that no one gave a shit about. I'm that boy that is always by himself in school.

School is my nightmare. Not because of exams and grades. Mostly because of the bullies. Ah bullies. They are the cause of my bruises, wounds and scars. Maybe those will heal one day but my memories won't.

My name is Denis Shaforostov, or Stoff whatever you prefer, and I'm the victim of my own life.
You may wonder how is this possible?
Well, it is. I have no friends. Most of people at my school hated me including teachers. I'm don't have pretty face or rich parents and I don't speak much. My life is my enemy.

Everything started when I was a little kid.
When I started school, I wanted everyone to be my friend. Everything was perfect until a group of popular boys beat me up, called me fag, nerd, emo and other names. Now I barely talk because I don't want to be beaten up again.

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The car finally stopped and I reached my hand to help my little sister Ivanka get out of the car. My family just moved to London. I picked up the boxes with my stuff and made my way to the empty room that supposed to be my bedroom. A bed, a closet and a desk were already here. The flight from Ukraine was exhausting, I can barely move my feet. I can't stay awake any longer so I just laid on my bed trying to sleep. Soon, darkness blocked my sight.

I woke up when Ivanka started jumping on my bed.
"DENIS, WAKE UP!" She yelled. I groaned.

"Do I need to get up?"

"Yes. Mommy said so." She finally stopped. As I thought she leaved me alone, she started pulling me out of the bed by my hand.

"Okay okay. I'm awake." I stood up and put on clothes I wore yesterday, because my clean clothes were still in the suitcase. I ran my fingers through my hair, realising that I should wash it.

I walked down stairs, where my mum was making us breakfast.
"Good morning, sweetie." Mum said, smiling. I returned a lazy 'morning'.

Today was Sunday, what means, school starts tomorrow morning. Yay. That means I'm going to see a lot of, possibly, horrible people, that ain't gonna care about me or care too much. Or maybe British people are different, which I doubt. Bullies all over the world are basically the same, some of them are more horrible and some are less, but they've all got the same purpose.

Today passed quickly. But at the end for the day everything was on its place. I had my things for school, my room was done. It looks pretty badass to be honest, especially because of posters of my favourite band on the walls.

I'm really nervous for tomorrow. I don't know if people are going to like me, which I know they aren't going to. Well there's no going back.
These thoughts haunted me until I finally fell asleep.

***

Beep beep beep beep beep beep

Freaking alarm clock woke me up. I tried to get up as fast as I can but I didn't make it. My eyelids are still heavy and I wanted to sleep but I made my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower, which thankfully woke me up. I brushed my teeth and went back to my room. I put on black skinny jeans, that are ripped a bit, striped tank top and black socks. I straightened my dark brown hair and took a look into the mirror.
I don't look as bad as I expected.

I made my way downstairs where my dad is reading newspaper, sipping coffee out of the cup.

"Good morning, Denis. Today is your first day of school in Britain and I wish you good luck. I hope you will make a lot of friends." I said, smirking.

"Morning. Thanks, I will." I lied. Of course I won't. People hate me since I was born.

I picked up my bag, and walk towards the bus stop, which wasn't so far from home. Bus arrived and I took a deep breath, because I will see my future schoolmates.

When I got on the bus, it was different than I expected. People were quiet, they didn't seem to care and only few people looked at me. I found a seat and pulled out my phone and my headphones and started listening to music. I'm not nervous at some point.

When bus arrived, I waited till the last person left the bus. I took my beg and walked off the bus. In front of the school, there are a lot of people. Any kind of people. Nerds, gamers, fuckboys, hoes, emos, hardcore people etc.

I made my way inside where I tried to find my classroom (A/N I don't know how British schools work). First lesson, I've got Maths. Yay great.

I keep staring at my schedule, trying to remember all lessons I have today.
And suddenly someone bumped into me.

"Watch where you going, idiot."

I heard a boy said. I looked up to see his face. The boy has two piercings in his bottom lip, messy light brown hair and blue eyes.

"Sorry." I mumbled quietly. He sighed and walked forward.

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Thank you for reading my new story. I'm sick and I started writing this. I always wanted to write a brustoff fanfic, so yeah here it goes.
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