Discontinued Feel Free To Copy And Rewrite

Chapter 1

Head facing down, I take another step down the school hallway, ignoring the judgmental glares I get.

It was like each step I took the hallway would get longer and longer, making it nearly impossible for me to get to the end.

Worthless, faggot, mistake, queer, emo, a waste of space, waste of oxygen.

I get called the literal exact things every single day. But that's not half bad compared to the rumors.

"I heard he murdered some kid for money."

"See that bruise on his palm? I heard that's from when he robbed a bank."

Honestly? I'm not affected by it. Sort of. They could be more creative, first of all. Like seriously? Robbing a bank?

But worst of all is that new kid. Phil.

He's the worst. He acts like I'm some kind of murderer. That guy from his dream that kidnapped him and he's weirdly paranoid. Everyone tells him to stay away from me, just because of that "punk," "emo," and "gay" vibe I give out. Which, apparently, is just soooo unacceptable.

I don't have friends either. I'm pretty sure I haven't talked to anyone at school for over two months, except for when I told Phil to piss off when he was asking me who I "murdered."

My only question: If Phil hates me so much then why is he so intrigued by me? Almost every time I turn to look at the little twat, he seems to be looking right back at me. He's always trying to talk to me, even though I completely ignore him. If he hates me, why's he talking? It doesn't make sense. Must have a really sad life. (Anyone?)

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School was unbearably slow and boring. I got called names, walked home and got picked on by some "jocks," and I came home late to have my parents scowl at me. So that was nice.

So nice.

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Lmao that was quit short.. I'm sorry for redoing the entire story, I was just bothered by how unrealistic it was originally, so..