Pain to Love

Chapter 2: Hell Hole High

I walk doors entering hell hole high thats not what it was really called but it was accurate for me. The school was called Novosibirsk High School. I hated this place I get bullied most of the time and I have no friends but then again I don't want any. Friends ment someone getting close and that would only cause pain when they find out they hate me too.
The bulling wasn't so bad at first but then my stupid bitch stepsister let it out that I was gay. You can imagine how that went, everything intensified at home and school. Now I was always covered in bruses, I was always bleeding somewhere. Teachers stopped asking if I was ok, they knew about the bulling. They either didn't care, enjoyed ot cause I was gay, or had no fucking clue on what to do. It would never end.

I walk in and instantly someone started the routine.
"FAGGOT" some asshole football jock yelled the cheer leaders giggled and some just stared at me with disgust. I walk down the hall to my locker and entered my combination and went to open it all of a sudden a hand slammed against it closing it. I flinched when that happened but I wish I didn't they started laughing. "haha did you this fucker flinch haha" the attaker said there was a feminine giggle following it. I sighed and entered my combination again I went to open it and once again the attacker slammed my locker closed I didn't flinch I knew this was going to happen. "This isn't funny if he doesn't flinch" I heard the female voice said they both scoffed and walked away. I was relieved I opened my locker and grabbed my stuff. As I'm about to close my locker when I see a note I take it out and shut my locker immediately throwing the note away. I know what it said to an extent, after four letters telling you to go kill yourself you kinda just throw the rest away.
In class wasn't any better notes and spit balls made there way to me. It was gross but if I try to stop it I'd get in trouble for 'disturbing the class'.

During lunch I would always just go to the school garden and hide in the thick of the trees. I loved it I could lay down and watch the sunlight try to peek through the leaves. I smiled I could hear birds cherp and whistle. I was at peace but i knew it would only last until the bell rang.

The only enjoyable class was my russian language class. The teacher, Mr. Vasiliev, was this old man with a bald head and white hair on the side with BIG round circle glasses. He has learned that I am a genius in the subject so he doesn't test me. I mean I could do college papers and get A's on them. I even help him grade papers so technically im an aide. Resently he told me that he was leaving for Moscow to help his daughter with her pregnancy. He assured me that the next teacher would treat me just the same as he did.

Today was his last day and i was a little worried. What if the teacher made me participate in class. 😨 alot of kids in this class hated me already, if they thought i was a know it all too there would be hell. What if the new teacher was homophobic! I hoped that the new teacher was ok with me, this was the only class i was safe somewhat.

I was sitting down in Mr. Vasiliev's class drawing when Boris, the main bully, comes up to me. I sigh, he always harasses me at least once a day. He was a big guy and popular, captain of all the sports teams, and he didn't have the average intelligence.
"Hey plisetsgay, write my notes for me! I got to keep my grades up for play-offs." He demanded
I sigh and look at him "wow boris i know forgot how to pay attention in class but i thought you could at least remember how to write." I say smirking "WHY YOU LITTLE-" Boris was interrupted by Mr.Vasiliev "BORIS, if you wish to disrupt my class then you can go to the principal" Boris just glared at me and i smirked "well go on, Its rude to keep the principal waiting you know" Boris scoffed and stormed out the door. Mr.Vasiliev winked at me and smiled. I'll admit I was going to miss the old man. I returned the smile and went back to drawing.

The bell rang and it was time to go I stood up and shook Mr. Vasiliev's hand and told him that I hope his daughters pregnancy goes well. After we parted I started my way home. However, on my back to the house I was encountered by Boris and his lackie's. I couldn't run the were all faster than me. I still tried but they caught me. Each lackie holding one of my arms, Boris was standing in front of me cracking his knuckles. "So you think im stupid?"
"No, don't flatter yourself. Stupid is like a deploma compared to your intelligence" he scream and punched me over and over. Usually I don't say anything because I'm afraid of being hit, but sometimes I just don't care. The beating had stopped and they walked away laughing like they had just watched a comedy. I got up slowly and staggered to the place I'm forced to call home.

I got to the driveway and cursed. During the week my stepmother goes and gossips with her posse my father goes and gets drunk at the local bar and my stepsister is either partying or hanging with her friends. I get a certain amount of time when I get home. If I get home early I can grab a quick food item and lock my bedroom door so I dont get beaten. Today however is not like that I look at the one story gray house with black shutters. The car was in the driveway.

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