What have I done?

Chapter 2: I don't wanna go to school!

"Is he going to make it?"

"It's not looking likely. I'm afraid he's not looking too good."

"That's what I thought. At least he's finally got what he deserves..."

After only a few days notice, Darius was being sent off to school for the first time. He thought he was getting a break, being sent to a better place, where he could get maybe 6 or so hours away, from his terrible family at home, to have all to his self. Or, that was what he thought.

His first few weeks at school were fairly trivial. He was introduced by his teacher, Miss Rose, to his classmates, and they were introduced to him. Everyone in his class was young, so no one really understood what was actually going on. For the same reason, they didn't do anything productive, and were mostly just playing around with their toys. But Miss Rose had some questions for Darius, because she had noticed something strange and she needed to know what it was.

"Hey Darius," she exclaimed happily, as she watched Darius play with two toy trucks. He stopped momentarily, to stare in awe at this strange, large figure crouching down towards him, before going back to play with his toys.

"I was just wondering; is there anything wrong - anything at all?" Darius continued playing with his trucks.

"Because if there is, you can tell me about it. You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you." Darius bumped the trucks into each other, and stared in confusion.

"Darius?" she said somewhat sternly. He suddenly whipped his head around, his face contorted into fear.

"Darius? What's wrong?" she muttered worriedly. Darius backed away, and when Miss Rose leaned closer, he lashed out, just missing her. She ordered everyone to back away as she asked her teaching assistant for help. They calmed him down, eventually, but he was very resilient.

Miss Rose had a talk with his mother after the incident, telling her that she may be giving him inadequate care, and truly, she was. Of course, the school didn't bother to do anything past that, so the situation wasn't truly dealt with, and she ended up bringing out the cane. She believed that schools should still use canes, to teach the kids a lesson.

"Without these, no one will ever learn anything! What were they thinking when they stopped using these?

But, to the contrary, Darius didn't learn anything from the cane, though Nolan enjoyed watching. He found it difficult to learn at school too, because, thanks to his mother, (I'll never get over how much I hate her) he didn't even know basic English like 'hello' or 'goodbye' and not even 'ma ma'. He got the worst levels in his test in Year 2, because the teachers were finding it difficult to teach him anything.

In Year 3, things became even worse, and he began to get bullied, both for his learning disabilities and for his look. He would be made fun of countless times everyday, and sometimes he was even beaten up by some kids. No one wanted to be his friend or stand up for him, because they were afraid that they, in turn, would also be bullied.

Only a few weeks into Year 3, he came home in tears, hiding in his cupboard. No matter how many times his mother shouted at him to come out, and telling him to stop being a baby, he just stayed there, all day, not ready to wake up the next day, go to school and promptly get beaten up. No. He didn't want to. He didn't want to go to school, and he never wanted to ever have anything to do with it again in his life.

Little did he know, though, that things were about to vastly change from here, for the better, and for the worse.

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Author's Notes: The story is really going to start picking up from here, and it's about to reach the point I've been looking forward to, so you should look forward to it too.

Once again, any feedback you may want to give me is encouraged and appreciated.