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Six thirty the alarm struck with a deafening 'beep', but the quiet boy, by the name of Arthur, got through it and got himself ready for, again, another day.
Another usual day for Arthur, but the last day until the weekend so it had some happiness to it, at least.
Arthur got his usual clothing on, ready for the last six and a half hours of school then no more worry.
The reason for the worrying is that Arthur is being bullied.
That is because of social awkwardness as well as his shyness.
Why doesn't he tell anyone about it?
He has no one, teachers don't often listen to him.
All he has as his family is his older brothers, whom on the other hand, are worse than the people at school.
So he didn't want to cause more mayhem so he kept himself to himself from it.
As making his way to school, he spent the remaining time in the library before the first lesson.
After that came, he got himself to class, which was English, a lesson which he actually enjoys because of the use of language and sense of plays that catches his eye from it, also, made him adore it, but he doesn't want to show anyone his hobbies and love for it.
He was able to get through some of the time until a certain someone decided to pull him out of his peaceful moment.
"Oi, JERKLAND!" Arthur froze because of the voice he knows all too well.
"M-may I-I help y-you?" Arthur shakily shifted his head to the voice behind him.
It belonged to a person he didn't solemnly like, as a matter of fact.
"Give me your ruler." The person demanded with their hand out open to him.
"W-why do you need m-my rul-ler, w-we aren't jotting anything down?"
"Give me it!" Growling deeply, so he did.
The issue with the main bully was that they were a girl, by the name of (Y/N) (S/N). She is quite a demanding character.
She doesn't bully Arthur with telling him to die or anything normal bullies would do, she just does the actions Arthur's brothers do on him: pull his hair, poke him, pulling his clothing to make him slip onto the floor rather than mock with words.
And one other thing, you'd expect a bully to be active, a jock or football/rugby player, but no, she is a punk, the people who seem to be heartless, and often worn quite dark types of clothing, not to be stereotypical.
