FIRKLE
Slowly, staunting down the hallway the stupid conformist school was hard enough, now it's worse that your running through the hallways being chased down by a pack of scary, ugly other teens who are by fact, taller and angrier that you are. You also wonder, who could be more angry than me? Well I'll tell you who.
Fillmore Anderson, plus some goons.
It was really, ever Likely to ever see you, Firkle, the schools goth, run. Ever. Not have you even ran in gym class.
Let's just say that you and running aren't that good at mixing together. But on certain days, you and running are like best friends, like old friends you haven't seen in forever. You might be also wondering why would Fillmore, go after you.
Well, he's a stuck up conformist bitch, with a stick up his ass that's why. Also, calling him an "Narcissistic ass wipe of an conformist" doesn't sit right I guess. I was just telling him what he was to me, but I guess that doesn't matter.
Your tackled to the ground, hard.
"Stupid, emo fag!" Fillmore says, as he punches you repeatedly over and over again, while his two goons kick your sides harshly. You try to block the punches to your face, but it was no use, the other Goths are going to notice. Your almost at tears, but you won't give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Not ever will they get that satisfaction, never.
A few minutes later they are done and start to walk away, peering over to you to see they're work.
Stupid Conformist.
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