"Let's Make This Beautiful~" | Prinxiety?

Chapter 1 - "I Might Be Beautiful.."

Thomas Sanders and The Heathers Musical are my favourite things so why not mix them together? I don't know if this book will actually be prinxiety or not, I'm just going with the flow..
So, enjoy..!

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Anxiety's P.O.V

As I was walking through the halls, I saw the usual; the 'nerds' pushed up against lockers, the popular kids laughing at the nerds, and people yelling at each other. It's sadly the same thing everyday..
"Freak!"
"Slut!"
"Burnout!"
"Bug eyes!"
"Poser!"
"Lard ass!"
What happened to us? We used to be so tiny, happy, shiny.. We played tag together, and chased each other, it was amazing. Singing and clapping, laughing, napping, baking cookies, eating paste..
...And, more yelling..;

"Bull dike!"
"Stuck up!"
"Hunchback!"

And then we got bigger, to senior year, and that what the trigger, like the Huns invading Rome. ..Geez, History class has sure gotten to me. As I was lost in my thoughts, I ran into someone, causing me to snap out of it and for them to fall down. "Oh—Sorry!" I say quickly, helping them up. They just glared at me and huffed before walking away. Way to be an asshole, dude.. Welp, welcome to my school! At least we're graduating soon–

"White trash!"

College will be paradise if I don't kill myself by June. Life can be beautiful..! Not like I pray for it or anything, though.. But if we changed back then, we could change again? We can be..beautiful...

Just then I noticed some kids pushing over someone else, before rushing off. Oh for gods sake– "Hey! Are you okay..?!" I run over to him. He pushed  my hand away and got up himself.
"Get away, nerd!" He snarled at me, limping away.
My hand falls down by my side. "Oh..Okay."

"Freak!"
"Slut!"
"Cripple!"
"Homo!"
"Homo?"
"Homo!"

Ah, of course, 'Homo'. Who could forget that one? Its, like, all anyone knows how to say these days. I mean, what's wrong with being gay? Or bi? Or anything like that? It's fine! At least I can get away from all this mess as soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. I'll take diploma, then I can blow this stupid town. I dream of ivy covered  walls, maybe French cafés?

"Watch it!"

But for now, I have to fight the urge to strike a match and set this idiotic school ablaze. Sighing, I walk into the cafeteria and over to the place where they serve food, grabbing a tray for myself and placing my book onto it. I notice Procrastination making his way over to me. I swear I will punch him if he even dares—
"Oooooops.." He chuckled, hitting the lunch tray out of my hands, along my Journal.

Procrastination, his real name is Ram Sweeney, though. It's his third year as linebacker, and eighth year of smacking lunch trays from poor kids, and being a huge dick.

"What did you just say to me, stank?" He hissed at me, getting closer to my face. This dude needs to brush his teeth more often, wow. And wait, I said that out loud? ...Great.
"Ah! Nothing..!" 
He just stared me down for a minute before stomping away. Yes. After picking up my Journal again, I made my way over to a spare table, one far away from all the other people because Screw those guys. I sat down and put my tray on the table, slowly starting to drift off into space.