Hey guys! (I just accidentally kicked my cat off of my bed...yikes) Here's a request I got awhile ago from meminentay7122 so yeah, there will be they/them pronouns in it. Enjoy! Also ⚠⚠ TW Homophobic and Transphobic terms⚠⚠
I hate this school. I hate this school. I hate this school. No matter how many times I state this, I could never convey my ever-burning hatred for this school and its inhabitants. I moved here three years back (almost 4 by now) and ever since then, I've wanted to leave. Here we are, junior year. I look at these kids I've known since 8th grade and, well, nothing has changed. They are all snobby, ignorant homophobes who have nothing better to do than bully me. Welcome to hell part one of two. In this chapter I'll convey what happens on a daily basis to "losers" like me and a few others.
I was finishing writing in my journal when it was snatched. "Give me it back!" I shouted, jumping upwards.
"It talks!" Jake Dillinger says cockily
"What's your deal anyway? I mean, are you a guy or a chick?" Rich Goranski cut in rudely.
"I-I-" I began to speak before Chloe Valentine walked by.
"Leave the little wanna be boy alone. We all know she is just attention seeking." She smugly stated with venom in her voice.
Oh no... I thought as my brain began to panic. I can't breathe. I can't move. I can't filter myself. I dug my teeth into my tongue trying to hold back the words I was about to spew, but they came anyways. "I am a boy for your information, and it's they not she. Get it right you dumb skank." I crossed my arms, finally snatching my journal back with force.
Chloe turned around and looked at me with disgust. "So you're a fucking trannie? A fruit? A girl pretending to be a boy? I hope you get treated for your mental disorder. Faggot." She slapped me hard. (Oof I hate throwing that term around but aaa it's developing story ig?)
I pressed my hand to my now aching cheek as laughter filled the halls and the popular assholes left. A tear went streaking down my face and stared at the wall blankly. I opened my journal once more.
This school is insidious and venomous. The children within black mambas about to strike. No regards for anyone but themselves. They are self centered highschool has beens. Most of them don't know that this will be the peak of their life before it spirals downhill.
I put my pen into my pocket and closed my journal. "H-H-Hey...are you okay? I s-saw what happened.." Someone came over with a sincere apologetic tone. It was refreshing. I looked up and my heart stopped for a second.
Part two soon guys, I have other books to update since I have free time. Don't thank me, thank meminentay7122
