Steward's POV:
"Move outta the way you twat." A junior pushed me as he spat on my 5 dollar shoes.
Where do you even get 5 dollar shoes?
"Sorry." I muttered, holding my books against my chest as I hurried downstairs.
I was still getting used to the rooms and how they were arranged.
Gonna be late again.
Gonna be late again.
Gonna be late again.
I chanted in my head like it was a ritual.
"There!" I said quickly, rushing to the other side of the hall.
Thank god.
Just when I was about to enter, I had a urge that my lungs was about to pop out. It was a familiar feeling, and my brain knew what was coming.
Meanwhile, I had no idea.
Suddenly, a pain crashed against my cheek and my teeth as I realized I've come colliding with the dirty floor and a feet next to me.
"Hah, what a loser." The guy withdrew his foot and entered the classroom next to mine.
I laid there for a few seconds, my body still kind of numb from the fall.
I dusted myself off and shook my head.
Get it together.
At least I was on time.
I walked in my Chemistry Class and sat down. Only a few people had arrived. It contained of mostly Asians; they were sharing notes.
They paid no attention to me thank god.
I took a quick glance in my plastic bag, now almost half ripped.
I better get a new one soon.
Paper paper paper, oh here it is.
Hm pencil, pencil, oh fuck.
Forgot it. Dammit how?
Looking around, I spotted a pencil two seats behind me, so fresh and new I couldn't resist.
I jumped off, almost too fast, and the desk wobbled as I tried to hold it down.
I literally tiptoed to the desk, hovered over the perfect, bright #2 pencil.
Also adding a pedophile face while do so.
Two girls looked at me with disgust but I shook it off. I quickly snatched the pencil, and danced to my seat.
Oh pretty pencil. Pretty. Pretty. PWEEETTTYYYY!!
"PRETTTTTYYYY!"
I shouted.
Everyone turned their stares to me in confusion and giggled.
My face started to burn. Turns out I was thinking out loud.
"Everybody here stinks!" Someone yelled abruptly, causing the attention on me to go to them instead.
It was a manly voice—that is, everyone's voice is manly these days.
"Teacher you also stink!" He hollered grinning, while making wavy motions with his hand.
The male teacher gave him a glare and chuckled.
I guess they were pretty close. Not like some English teacher I know.
DETENTION.
I shuddered at the memory.
The guy returned the smile but frowned when he looked at his desk.
Wait.
He was one, two...TWO desks before me and he....
I gasped and started whistling ferociously.
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Action{COMPLETED in 2018} Sometimes being nice and forgiving isn't the best route. Steward Poo has been bullied since 4th grade by his peers, teachers, and by his own family. One day, Steward gets taken away along with many others; they find out that the...
