For  @xyanixp, I hope you enjoy it honey <3 sorry if it's a bit short but I think it's good <3
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                              Ryan POV:
                              "Hey, weirdo!" I heard people scream at me as I walked down the hallway of this prison named high school, I was always bullied but ever since I began doing youtube and one of my classmates knew I was now the loser and nerd who played video games 
                              "Hey! Ryan- Oh I should call you HomeWrecker!" I opened my locker and as always there was a rat inside and a bunch of notes saying 'Stupid, nerd, gay, slut' and many others. I just took all of them and threw them in the trash but when I turned around I saw one letter which caught my attention, I leaned down into the trash to grab the letter but I was pushed inside the trash and I couldn't get out until I turned the trash can and crawled out, I had the white letter in my hand and I walked back to my locker as I took the trash off of me
                              Open me after school <3
                              I looked both sides and opened the letter even if it said not to, I looked into the letter
                              Meet me after school at the park next to the mall down the street, wait for me <3
                              I turned my head in confusion and looked the other side of the letter to find a page full of...
                              Ryan - OHM <3
                              OHMWRECKER, OHMWRECKER, OHMWRECKER, OHMWRECKER
                              OHMWRECKER, OHMWRECKER, OHMWRECKER, OHMWRECKER
                              I love that name <3
                              When I read the last line the letter was snatched from my hand, leaving a big cut on my palm
                              "Look what we have here" said Colin 
                              "Give me that back! it's mine!" I tried to grab the letter but I was shorter so I could reach
                              "Yeah, only a loser like you would like such a stupid name like 'OhmWrecker', really did you thought someone wrote this to you?" the laughed and ripped the letter into small pieces, I knelt and grabbed the ripped paper "You give up, no one wants you.... well yeah everybody wants you... DEAD!" the kicked me in the face and walked away, I sobbed and looked a the beautiful handwriting ripped, I grabbed all the pieces and closed my locker before running towards the art class, which was my first class. While I was there I tapped back the letter as better as I could
                              ---Time Skip---
                              I held my tray with food as I looked around for a tabled to sit but all there occupied, so I sighed and slid down the corner of the cafeteria and ate my lunch and when I finished I walked towards the trash can to throw away my trash I felt someone smash something on my head and then a thick substance was running down my head and shoulders and I felt how my anxiety kicked in 
                              "Look at this gay shit right here!" I grabbed whatever they put over me to see it was mayonnaise "All covered in white stuff! because that's how he likes it" everyone laughed at me and I turned around and with all my anger I smashed my tray on his head with all my strength, the guy fell to the floor rubbing his face "You'll pay for that you fuck!" I dropped my tray and ran out fo the school, it was almost time to get out so I ran to the park like the letter said, but I hid behind the mall and looked around 
                                      
                                   
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Banana Bus Squad - Stories for the heart.
FanfictionH2OVanoss, TerrorSnuckle, MiniCat, BrOhm, OhmToonz, H2OToonz and non-FF, and more stuff !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WARNING! NSFW! AND SMUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! one shots of many things Grammar and spelling mistakes? Can you help me plea...
 
                                               
                                                  