I don't mean to drag you down

The boy who could fly

I open the paper ball and flatten it out. There's a list there titled " why the fag should kill himself". I don't even bother to read it. I shove it into my pocket and continue working.

The bell rings and I'm off to third period. I think it's orchestra. I take two music classes but on different days. Right now I'm learning how to play the classical bass and the guitar. I enter the music room and I'm surprised by the amount of students there. Usually there's tons but today there's only seven , including me eight.

I sit in my usually seat in the back corner and wait for instructions. As I wait I look around the room and see its full of people that physically bully me. I start to panic and the teacher walks in.
I grip the edges of my desk and wait for  Mr.Gaskarth to start talking.
"Hey guys how's it going?" He ask
Mr.Gaskarth is not your typical teacher. He's more laid back than most.

(A/N) sorry this is short I'm having a hard time writing because depression so I'm sorry. I'll try to write more but please don't be mad