"Hey faggot." A girl says the moment I enter the school.
Boy do I hate Xavier right now.
He is the reason people bully me.
The school used to be okay with people like us, I was accepted and appreciated, but then Xavier had to barge in and fed the school lies about emos.
Now they are all against us.
We didn't do anything.
Nothing.
And all the emos besides me moved out because of the bullying.
They are some lucky sons of bitches.
I hate school.
Seriously.
They should all go fuck themselves and not bother other people.
I made my way towards my locker, dialling up the code, I realized the locker got jammed.
I punched it hard, and a dent formed on the locker, and the door opened.
I took out my stuff and made my way towards class. I hate school so fucking much.
I sat at the back of the class. People don't like sitting next to me, cause "I'll spread the faggot disease." I'm not even gay.
And no, I'm not a cutter.
I would never think of ruining my skin with scars and ink.
Why did I choose this lifestyle?
Cause I was forced to.
Yes forced to.
Well that happened before, but then I kinda liked my clothing style and everything so I stuck with wearing black all the time and wearing eyeliner.
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Jesus Christ, math class was boring.
I mean we don't need trigonometry in real life.
I made my way towards science, not taking my books. I don't give a single damn about school anyway. I'm gonna die anyway.
Yeah. I'm gonna die today. How do I know that? Cause I planned it. Everything.
I sat at the far back again and kept my head down.
The bell rang and the class was quickly filled with people.
The teacher started speaking.
"There will be a huge project that you're gonna do, it's half of your final grade. You have to...." I zoned out.
I'm not gonna do it anyway.
My head shot up when I heard my name.
"Xander and Xavier. Get into your partners and then start working." I let out a groan.
There is no way I'm gonna work with that bitch.
Oh and yeah my name is Xander.
