Wringer. LS

Chapter 1

Sup guys. I'm sorry if I make you guys cry while reading this, but at the same time I hope you do because this is kinda suppose to be like sad but cute so don't worry! In the beginning of the story (Chapters 1-5) it kinda really sucks... But don't worry it picks up and I personally think my writing got better and better as I went on with this story. So please bare through the storm so you can see the rainboooow!

Alright, okay, fine, yep, here we go

(TRIGGERS: GAY INSULTS, MENTIONS OF CUTTING, AND SLIGHT VERBAL AND PHYSICAL BULLYING)

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I woke up to the sound of rain patting the torn up roof. My hair's probably a mess and my clothes are covered in dirt. Not that it's any different then any other day. The water doesn't work here, and the shower's broken at Robins'.

I walk down the creaky stairs and made my way to school. I hated school. The students are mean. The teachers don't help. The walk to school is even worse, especially in the winter. Walking alone for half an hour in the cold pouring rain with no jacket... Sounds like fun right?

Finally here, Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School and Sixth Form College. Might as well say "Welcome to Hell". When I get to school everyone in the front yard stops talking. All are eyes on me. Some people start whispering to each other.

"Look at his hair! Where does he sleep, on the ground?"

"Look! It's the loser with a stupid little gay flower crown."

"Is all he wears is that same gross outfit everyday?"

They all think I can't hear it but I can. I might be gay, but I do have feelings...and ears...

I walk to my locker and started to get my stuff ready for English class.

"Hey Fag!" Oh no...

Brad— my biggest bully—grabs me and shoves me against my locker. "Rose's today huh?" He says referring to my crown I made last night. I gulp loudly and nod slightly. After my pathetic answer he grabs my hair and slams my head back into the metal lockers, letting go of me.

I slide down the lockers slowly to the ground rubbing my head. Everything is blurry, but I can still see the crowd that formed around me filled with laughter.

I don't understand why everyone is so mean to me. What have I done to any of them? Once the crowd is gone and the warning bell rings through the halls I stand up and walk to English. I sat down in the very back row, this way no one can pull my hair.

"Okay class, today some of us are going to read our Limerick poems that we wrote last night, only if you want to though." Mrs. Piper says. "So who's up first?"

The room stays quiet for a few seconds, "No one?" Mrs. Piper asks while looking around the room. "Ok, I guess I'll just collect them then.." she drifts off walking around the room collecting students poems.

I look at mine once more before I should hand it in.

there was once a boy names harry

who was constantly called a fairy

he wore a flower crown

he walked around with a frown

and wish he could be merry

She told us to write what we know, and all I know is abuse, physical and verbal. Maybe I shouldn't give her my poem, I could get in trouble with Ro—

"Thank you harry." Mrs. Piper says while grabbing my poem.

"NO!" I yell while standing up. "It's uhh.. not done!" I say trying to grab my poem back but she pulls it away.