Tord POV
"GET UP YOU DISGRACED BOY!" I heard my dad yell, I was about to get out of my bed when my dad pushed me out of my bed. I hit my dead on my nightstand. I felt him slap me in the arm with his belt. I screamed in pain as my tears fell down my face and out of my eyes.
I got up and looked at my arm. It had a red mark on it. I put on a long sleeved pink pastel shirt along with a some pastel yellow rough fabric shorts, pastel green slip on shoes, a flower crown, and also a small chocker.
I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs to see my "family" my mom was in the kitchen making my dad and sister breakfast. They both want a big breakfast.
But I always had toast with butter on it. I put the bread inside the toaster and waited for it while looking around. My sister was watching TV while my dad was no where to be found.
Finally, my toast came, I put the butter on and finally ate it. My sister looked over at me and rolled her eyes while saying.
"Why do you always eat toast? That's so dumb!" She turned around and I rolled my eyes. I finished my toast and kissed my mom goodbye while walking out of the door.
I walked down the road, it was a bumpy road and my backpack was heavy, so I tried not to fall down. I finally got to school.
'Well I'm gonna get bullied again'
I heard a voice say in my head. I knew it was right already. I walked inside the school, getting stared, laughs, looks of confusion, snickers and other stuff. It already felt uncomfortable. Until someone pushed me down and laughed while walking off.
I got up and ran to the office. I looked around for it but couldn't find it. I had no other choice, but to ask someone. Which is hard because of my social anxiety disorder.
I looked around for anyone who actually looks nice. I saw a group of boys. One with messy brown hair and a green hoodie, one who is a ginger hair with a purple hoodie along with a green overcoat, and one with spiky brown hair, a blue hoodie and had no eyes. There were black orbs.
I walked up to them with a nice smile. "Excuse me, where's the office?" They looked at me and one of them answered. "Go down the hall and turn right, you'll find it," the one with a green hoodie answered.
"Ok thank you," I said and walked away. 'The one with a blue hoodie is cute, I doubt he's gay though oh well I'll find some, I hope I will that is' I thought to myself as I kept walking down.
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