Harry woke up the next morning with a groan. His mum had turned off the heating in his room as punishment for failing a test by 1 point, harsh right? He tried to cuddle back into the cave of comforters and blankets, he created during the night because it was so cold, when his alarm went off. He made a noise that sounded something like a groan and a whine together and hit the alarm clock, most likely breaking it.
He sighed and prepared himself for the coldness that was about to hit his only boxer clothed body, which is when you know he’s cold because he hates wearing any piece of clothing to bed. He got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and hissed as his feet came in contact with the cold floor of his bathroom. He jumped in the shower, finished his shower in only 10 minutes, brushed his teeth, pulled his hair back with a ripped up t-shirt folded to look like a bandanna, got dressed in a The Fray t-shirt and a pair of light blue skinny jeans, put on his cross necklace, a jacket, his boots and was ready in a total of 20 minutes. He works fast on Tuesday’s for some odd reason.
He saw he had about an half an hour to kill until he had to leave so he got out some coco puffs, to lazy to make anything, and watched a new episode of Family Guy. Once he was done with the episode he put his bowl and spoon in the sink, grabbed his backpack, and headed out the door.
He had enough time today so he walked around the alley ways, not wanting to be stopped for some unnecessary reason. He was walking along when he heard a scream followed by some terrible names.
Fag
Disgusting
Prick
Unloved
Worthless
Cockslut
Those were only some of the names. He ran around the corner and saw 4 boys about 15 or 16, only a year younger then him, surrounding a boy about 14 or 15.
“Why don’t you just kill yourself you would be doing us all a favor.” the biggest one said, and that one made Harry go into action.
“Why don’t you kill yourself?” Harry asked walking up to them a firm look on his face. The boys turned around and the biggest one had an angry look on his face.
“What?” he asked, well more so growled then anything else.
“I said why don’t you kill yourself?” Harry asked again, walking past them and to the boy on the ground.
“Are you okay?” Harry asked and the boy nodded.
“I’m fine, it happens all the time.” the boys said.
“I know you’re not fine.” Harry said.
“How?” the boy asked.
“Because I’m Harry and it happened to me too, but I’m not going to let yours go any further.” Harry stated, taking a look at the boy for the first time. He reminded Harry of himself when he dressed up as Marcel. Slicked back hair, uniform completely buttoned up, pressed and polished, black frames surrounding his green eyes that are now a dull green instead of a light green how they should be. Bruises on his neck and arms.
