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how was i supposed to get any work done when the nagging fear of failing this stupid, mandatory exam was buzzing in my ear. i glanced up at the board, above it was a small clock with the exact time. we had about the minuets left. the kid next to me had their feet kicked up on their desk and their headphones blaring some kind of junky music. this was highly distracting.

"Jay?", the teacher motioned for me.

my eyes widened as i sprang out of my seat and scurried over to his desk. i wasn't necessarily the best at his class, or any. he grabbed my test booklet out of hands and handed me a purple slip. there was a soft smile across his as he gently nodded for me to leave. everything was somewhat soft about him. i slung my black bookbag around my left shoulder and ran off. was my mom here for me? or my dad? oh god.

"hi, i'm Jay Walker. i swear, i'm innocent. i'm legit not that bad of a kid", my sweaty hands held open the metal door for me and crumpled up the purple slip as i shakily spoke to the front desk lady.

"oh sweetie, don't be silly! you've got one of the crappiest records i've ever seen! detention, detention, and guess what? even more detention. i'm surprised you've made it even this far with all fails! not even one pass!", the lady looked blown away by one of the most horrific record, ever that anyone could even fathom.

this was the time for preppy, go-lucky Jay to come out. instead, tears formed in my dark eyes and my stomach did numerous flips around, deep inside of me. that's how it's always been, failures for me. i don't think i've ever done anything correct in my 17 years of living.

"oh", that's all i could even squeak out, "can i go home?".

can i go home?, smooth Jay, smooth.

"yes if you own a car or if Edna's willing to come in here and speak about this matter to the administration, aka your principle", the lady was rude to me and my stinky record.

"ma'am, i'm a 17 year old boy, i can handle this for myself. schedule a meeting with him or whatever and i'll be on my way, walking home".

the air outside was cool and brisk, different from the inside of school. snow lined the sides of the sidewalks and roads. it was winter time and boy, i couldn't even wait for winter break. i'd hit up the, the, well i'd sleep in. having no friends is a side affect to my raging homosexuality and awkwardness. mostly the awkwardness though since nobody necessarily knows about the raging homosexuality part. my boots left small marks in the crunching and cracking, yellowish-whitish flakes of snow upon the sidewalk ground. there was this dojo that i'd always pass and wanted to check out, but never did, that didn't change today.

maybe tomorrow.

my reddish fingertips were shoved in my gray sweatshirt pockets, due to the cold, crisp air. there was my mom's red car parking in the front as i walked up, lacking confidence like i had before inside of the office. before even stepping inside i could feel her bitchy attitude radiate off of her. she annoyed me senseless.

i took my boots off before entering to please Edna's picky needs and wants.

"mom", i hoarsely called as i heard her cuss and scream, "you okay?".

i had an innocent, babyface and i doubt that it would ever go away.

"what the actual hell, Jay! your parents, me and your father, are successful inventors, correct? so how do you think it makes us feel when we learn that you've gotten a fail in every single course, even art, and in every single year this has gone on without us knowing!", she was the bitchiest after work, "and then i learn that i have paycut, limiting your father and i from even trying to send you to boarding school to learn your fucking lesson! this is unbelievable, Jay Walker".

my head hung low and i couldn't help but cry. she would yell at me though, so i just held it in and set down my school pass on the sticky, granite countertop. our house was a two story house and my room was on the second level, my own like little private area. there was a bathroom, my room, and a media like room that had a step up for you to set up chair like in a movie theatre. all we had in there was my piano.

the heater must've not been working, since i was shivering quite a good amount as i kneeled down by the black piano that was placed in the middle of the step up, platform like area and the stool was thrown across the room somewhere from my last breakdown. i had these often. they sucked ass and such. my hands were thrown up onto the keys, lazily and i knelt down with my heels touching my flat butt, whilst my head hung low in between
my upper arm muscles

i sighed.

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so like a new book, whoah, i know right! haha! this book was heavily influenced by one of my really great friends who helped me come up with the idea and is actually starting a book just like this on his wattpad account! @smutyler
anyway, this is a complete au, none of the charters in the show will act as they do in this alternate universe, if that's what you want to call it, i guess!

xxxx,
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