Popular kids can be rough, trust me I know. Bleeding out in a bathroom stall while trying to call for help with a most likely crushed wind pipe proves it. Sounds painful right? Well yeah, it is. The names Anderson Titch and I'm that somewhat basic nerd, but I'm the one who take the hate out of the clique.
Usually I can deal with what the snobs deal out, like the frequent pube jokes about my brown curly hair, or the not so clever wordplay on my name, which im sure even you can figure out. Point is, I was used to all the crude and nonsense jokes those dunderheads came up with.
So back to the bleeding out. How did this happen to me? Good question, I'll give you a hint: It involves halfwitted simpletons and they're apparent lack of knowledge on sharp pointy things. There's a lot more than just that though. Im guessing it would be less of a hassle to just go ahead and tell you what all happened.
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Different Is Not Okay
General FictionThe somewhat short story of the basic kid who fits in with the odd clique at school. Troubles are garunteed, but real pain is only a possibility.
