Birch Trees { Ministar}

Chapter 1: Unwanted Help

One slice for being gay

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for being fat

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for being alive

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worthless

useless

unwanted

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Vik's POV

 I wake up in my very old and broken bed. I punch the alarm hearing the very piercing noise stop. As i got in the shower I look at my scars, remembering each memory to each past cut. These cuts define what I am, who I am... nobody. My train of thought is broken with a punch. The excruciatingly painful punch of my drunk homophobic father. " Faggot you been in the shower too long. I shooouldn't even be paying didly sqaut for your worthless ass" my drunk father slurred.[ Btw do not like using the word faggot] To sum up my life at home I work and scrounge for money my father can steal from me and spend it on alcohol. The pain of the beating are numb to me except I still scream to the unbearable pain. Quickly and silently I grab everything thing I need from my bedroom which includes my bookbag, homework, and my phone.

Folter Academy one of the district's most highly rated schools. The school is like the english yew seemingly harmless on the outside, but deadly on the inside. I scurry past the front doors and arrive at a six foot high gym window. I enter through here to avoid my bullies. I leap off the window and land some-what gracefully only to be greeted by the punches of the pack. The pack is the school's big tough group of bullies. " Thought you could avoid your daily *punch* punishments *punch*" says the group's 'head bully' mitch. I say and do nothing for the only things leaving my lips were screams. I try to see, but my vision was blurred by tears and fear.BLANK.

Simon's POV

I drove up to my new school and had a good feeling about this 5 star rated school. Hopefully it wouldn't be like the last one. Where everyone was a homophobic. I was greeted by a slightly chubby boy. He put out his hand and said " Hi I am Ethan welcome to Folter I will be showing you around." the boy said jolly-ly.  As we made our final destination at the gym I saw a small mocha boy with charcoal, black hair. This small adorable boy was being beaten senseless. My own subconscious was surprised when my fist are met with the beater's faces and I am carrying the most adorable boy in the world to the nurses.