Karma

Detention

Steward's POV:

It's been a week since I enrolled in that school. Thought it was a daydream, ended up being a nightmare.

Boy, it was worse than all the other years compared. In three days, I had a total of 14 black bruises, not including the purple ones. It was on my back, my head, my knees, my face, and my butt.

How on my butt? Well when I tried to sit, this Damon guy or whatever pulled the chair out so I fell on my bum.
Twice.

I don't even know how stupid I was to fall for that.

And then I got pushed down two sets of stairs and hit my knee a couple times and my head. Thank god it stopped after the second set of stairs.

Cause believe me, there was like 10,000 sets of stairs.
And my head was apparently used to this kind of injury so I didn't even get a concussion.

I'm lucky. I thought.

Tired me came home on Friday and got a pair of heels thrown at my face, with a "Bullseye!" cheer from my brother.

My mother high-fived him and grimaced when she looked at me. "I need a new pair of heels after touching that insect."

Don't act like this is the worse you've seen me.

I ran upstairs and jumped flat-faced on the mattress of my dirty, rat poop filled, home sweet home floor.

But no kidding, there was a rat who would always sit in the corner, just laying there and looking at me.

I didn't do anything since he kept me company. That was how bored and lonely I was.

I sighed as I opened up another ripped plastic bag, with pieces of papers in there.

Homework.

"AGH." I yelled in frustration and stomped my feet.

"Quiet down or I'll beat yo ass!" I could hear my dad seethed.

I shut up immediately.
________next Monday____

"If you think you could be all smart and now show up with no homework, this ain't the place MISTER POO."
My history teacher gave me a death glare.

'Ain't?' This teacher uses 'ain't'? She should be the one learning vocabulary, not me.

The no homework thing wasn't intentional either. It was rainy that day and since my plastic bag was ripped, the water soaked my papers and now theres just wet mushy stuff left in my hand.

"No I swear I did it, it was just—"

"Then tell me where. Where.is.the.five.page.essay. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TURN IN TODAY?" She paused between every word like she had no breath left in her; I flinched every time.

"But Mrs. H—"

"DETENTION!" She yelled.

My face was frozen with horror.
Detention? I never had detention before.
I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.
I'M GONNA DIE!

I walked slowly back to my seat. A couple guys patted me on the back and said "Well played."

I smiled weakly as I search my soaking wet plastic bag for a pencil and a half dry sheet of paper.

She sent me death glares and I was forced to avoid eye contact.
But if I didn't look at her, she would point me out, using my ridiculous name.

"Mr. Poo, eyes on the board please." She said thrice now.
How much does she like using the word "Poo"?

I glanced at the board and tried my best to purse my lips together thoughtfully as if I was paying a lot of attention.

In reality, I'm just hoping this class period will end because my lips are going numb.

The bell rang and the teacher stopped her lecture. I got up, carrying my plastic bag and she interrupted me.

"Steward Poo. Lunch detention."

I nodded glumly and walked off. No food today I guess.
___oh so wonderful detention__
"So were you acting like that on purpose?"

I looked up from my desk.
A muscular guy whispered to me. That just sounded wrong. Why would a muscular guy whisper?

Well I don't know but he did.

"Carrying a plastic bag for fun and not doing your homework? Dressing in the same clothes everyday?" He chuckled.
"You savage."

"Well actually I did do my homework. It just got wet in the rain while I was carrying this....bag." I held up my ripped disgrace.

He laughed. "You look like a damn homeless in that bruh. Get some new clothes and a new haircut and you'll be fine."

Easy for him to say. I don't even have a penny on me.

I looked down at my white t-shirt with chicken parmesan sauce all over it. It looked nasty, I'd got to admit.
But it'll do good for another three days or so, before I have to plead Charlie to let me in on the washing machine.

But I nodded anyway.
It was the first time a person talked to me like, well not an alien that just landed from Mars.

I smiled to myself.
At least now I know I'm a human. I was having trouble realizing it.
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Heyo! I'm literally going frenzy with these chapters right now. Onlyyyy because school for me is going to start very soon, and I won't have as much time to update stories.
All you students out there, ya feel right?

Just so you know, this story is actually going to be a short one I think.

Next chapter will literally reveal that he has to be taken away to another school, which I don't want to get into because SPOILER ALERT.

So as you can tell, it's speeding through, although it's only like...third or fourth chapter? Bad memory and I'm stupid so I don't remember.

And it's speeding through at this part because well, now you guys know how he is right now, and how much he'll change. Because staying here and getting bullied isn't going to take him anywhere amirite? And the same thing is gonna happen over and over and over again.

The majority of the story will take place at a different school, and you'll soon come to find out.

If you want, comment below which type of POWER you HOPE he'll have.

Just remember, you won't find out until later on :') and if you happen to guess correctly, I'll give you points for that.

But even if you guess wrong, I won't tell you. But it'll be interesting. :)

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