High school.
The place where all hell breaks loose when I show up. They say this makes your future, but for me, it just means more bullying and less people to care about.
People move out of the way as I pull into a parking spot with my black Camero and move further away as I park and shut it off. I put on my sunglasses, so nobody could see my black eye, and i slig my bag over my shoulder. I exit my car and nobody is in sight. I sigh softly as I close the door and lock my car. I walk up to the main building and I open the front doors.
The halls that were,before I walked in, bouncing with laugher are now silent and hushed.
"He's back! I thought he was expelled!"
"Look, he probably has more cuts from fighting."
I walk as fast as I possibly can to my locker as comments fly every direction past me. I put in my combination in and I place my stuff in my locker. I slam it shut and the bell rings.
"Fuck." I grab my books and head to my first class, History.
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The Anchor Boy
Teen FictionNames Danny Edge. I'm depressed and I have social issues, mostly a mute. Everybody hates me for my past and I get bullied for it everyday of my pathetic life.
