THE FEAR OF FEAR ITSELF

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There was this young boy about the age of 14. His name as of now is unknown. Why was it unknown? No one in the city of "Secretly Concealed" knew who this boy was or where his family was. People thought that this boy's family could have been deceased, or could this boy have killed his own family? The boy had a haunted look in his face as if he had done something malicious. Was this boy abandoned or did he abandon his own family?

His face then switched to a different expression. It now looked as if he was angry. His eyebrows gave an aggressive stare. The question still stands: Who or what was he staring at and why? It turns out he had a blade in his hand and he knew something or someone was watching him. As he looks straight, he saw a young couple staring at him in a very odd and confused manner. The couple was watching from a distance. As the boy looked at the couple, he felt fear and ran away as fast as he could.

After days of running and hiding, the boy found a school. It wasn't any ordinary school. This school would take anyone lost or anyone that seemed to be an orphan. There was a huge clock at the top of the building. It was exactly 2:00 P.M. The boy then entered. He was nervous and frightened when he entered the principal's office.

The principal asked, "What is your name young man?" The boy finally spoke and said, "I... I don't know. The only name I was given was creep. Is that my name?" The principal said, "No son, you're not a creep. Who would call you that?" The boy responded, "I... I don't remember. All I know is that my facial expression gave a haunted look. I was scared. It was very dark that night. I was all alone or at least I thought I was."

The principal said, "You were frightened and what was a boy like you doing all alone in the night?" The boy proceeded to say, "Well, I was trying to—" (Bell rings). "Well son, don't be late. Here's your schedule and welcome to our school. Be sure to make a friend that will help guide you out of this fear of yours." "Th... the... thank you very much, sir... Uh?" "Name's Principal Will... son. Very nice to meet you."

The boy then proceeded to walk to his first class. The first subject is history. Once the boy enters through the classroom door, the teacher looks at him and asks, "Are you a new student?" "Yes, yes I am," the boy responds. The teacher continues, "Well, you can call me Mr. Lowe. Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" The boy walks slowly closer to the teacher and whispers in his ear, "I don't know my name. That's the only thing I don't remember."

The boy then backs up and looks at all the students in the class, he noticed that all the students were looking at him in various ways. A few of them gave a killer stare. The other few pointing at him, making fun of his wet teared up clothes. The rest just looked at him in a confused manner.

The teacher says to the boy, "Well, Please have a seat anywhere you feel comfortable." Once the boy sat down, he had to deal with students still staring at him. It made him uncomfortable. As he was doing his classwork, he then looked out a window next to him. On the other side, there was another classroom window. He looks thoroughly.

There was a young lady looking through her window as well. The beautiful young lady looked at the boy. She hasn't seen him before, so through the window, she waved her hand at him. In the gesture of saying "Hi."

The boy in a timid way waved back. After History was Math, after Math was English, and finally a lunch break.
The boy had not met anyone yet, so he still felt fear of everyone around him. Mostly because the students were staring at him. The boy finally found a rounded seated table with no one sitting there. He felt relieved.

He was just about to sit down when all of a sudden four big and buff looking jocks looked at the boy in a not so welcoming matter. The main leader of the jocks said,  "Hey! We're going to sit there you STUPID UGLY ASS orphan. I guess your parents didn't want you, so you ended up here in this place we call HELL!!!"

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