Summary: No one knew why Enoch O'Connor acted the way he did. The other children simply thought he was an asshole. Since the children could live in the present, they were forced to go to school. The others loved it! So why was Enoch always complaining?
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Enoch is getting bullied in school and no has any idea.
Fat
Emo
Freak
Stupid
Dumbass
Fag
It was an endless cycle in Enoch's opinion. He hated school. He was already in ninth grade, he shouldn't care but he did, the others would make fun of him for his grades. His grades weren't as bad as could be, some of the kids who made fun of him for it had even lower grades! Still, he was tortured at school and no longer wanted to go.
Add the fact he didn't get it. How could the others make friends so easily!? It seemed impossible to Enoch. While Emma had twenty, Enoch had none, friends. Even Jacob had new friends! So Enoch had taken up a habit, something to pass the time really. To test his peculiarity, he would replace his heart sometimes. Though he honestly thought he would die, it worked! Instead of hurting himself like others did, such as cutting or burning, he took his heart out and watched it. He watched as the veins still attached to his body pump more blood around his body.
He started moving his heart around his body.
Sometimes, it would be near his kidneys. Other times it would be tucked under his stomach. Though it hurt a little, he still did it. For the bullies. They had told him to kill himself. He wasn't stupid enough to do that so he got as close as he could.
He hid it well, he must admit, he tightly wrapped his chest in guaze and taped it, he even put safety pins to ensure they would stay.
Right now, it was his sixth period. Math, he had always been good at math, yet, he was still called stupid and a dumbass. He hated it.
'Day's almost over Enoch, you can do this.' Enoch spoke to himself.
He could here the other pupils talking and making noise while Mr. Beck was trying to teach. Enoch paid no mind. Until a paper ball was thrown his way.
"Open it!" The jocks whisper-yelled.
He growled and continued to ignore them...until another was thrown his way..and another...and another. The others laughing at him.
"Leave. Me. Alone." He whispered to them.
"Is there a problem Mr. O'Connor?" Mr. Beck asked him.
"N-no. No sir." He cursed himself for stuttering.
The jocks giggled.
"Problem?" Mr. Beck directed towards them.
"N-no. No sir." They mocked Enoch.
Mr. Beck huffed and turned to face the board once again.
"Open it." The jocks whispered again.
The lesson went on, homework was given out, and the bell rang. Enoch had music seventh period. 'The Grace Period' he called it seeing as there were no jocks and he worked as an assistant for the director of the band. Most of the time the band would practice in the cafeteria. The band room was too small to fit the entirety of the high school band. He would organize the papers and sheet music, pick up broken reeds and fallen mouthpeices and put them in the correct place. And if he was finished with cleaning the room before the band was done, he would fumble with the instuments and laugh at the terrible sounds he had made until the band came back and shooed him away.
