"First day of High School, what could possibly go wrong" I muttered sarcastically. I absolutely hate Illinois and everyone in it. Ever since I was a little kid I've always been the victim of constant harassment and bulling. I doubt this year is going to be any different. My name is Bartholomew Clark Stane, and this messy pile of crap is my life.
"Barry!!! Wake up!! It's the first day!!" yelled my mom from downstairs.
"I'm already awake. I'm almost done getting dressed!" Being the target of hate crime, I really don't worry about my fashion sense. Considering I get made fun of by my appearance, dressing nicely won't change anything. I hurriedly put on some faded black sweatpants and a neon green striped shirt and made my way downstairs.
"See you later tonight mom" I said walking out the door towards school. Christopher High School has it's fair share of oddities. I heard that 3 girls got pregnant last semester and that 2 teachers were mysteriously fired afterwards. In complete honesty, I'm not looking forward to these next few years.
"Here it is", I said staring at the enormous building in front of me, "Christopher High School. The land of death and despair".
Hesitantly, I pushed the large double doors and entered the building, hoping for the best. As I walked through the dense crowd of students I heard a painfully familiar voice.
"Hey Mew, fancy meeting you around these parts". said Francis Hells intimidatingly. Hells is a monster, both physically and figuratively. The guy stands 6'3 and weighs 190 lbs due to fat. He's not even good looking. He rules by fear and intimidation. He is the main person who harasses me, my bully per sé.
"What do you want Hells" I said, trying to sound masculine and more mature than I was known to be.
"Woah! Mew grew some balls over the summer huh?" He sneered, laughing playfully. In a rapid blur of events, I found myself hanging in the air by Hells' massive right arm surrounded by dozens of awestruck and chanting students.
"If you ever speak to me in that tone ever again... so help me God that I will break every bone in your body. Or have you forgotten who you belong to?" he said menacingly. With a painful jolt, he drops me and laughs maniacally as he disappears into the halls.
"What an asshole" I thought to myself. Ever since I can remember, Hells has been the one to bully me. He would chase me around with a dead lizard on a stick in Kindergarten, He pulled my pants down during my 3rd Grade Wizard of Oz play, and he even went as far to insert a link to a gay porn site onto my 8th grade History PowerPoint. His reign of torment upon me never ended, and yet somehow I didn't expect it to. The rest of the day went pretty fast. I was laughed at in 3rd period for wearing faded sweatpants, 2 girls sat beside me at lunch just to sneer and call me an obese pig.
"I'm tired of living this way" I thoughtfully told myself as I walked home. "There's not a happy ending for me, there's no light at the end of the tunnel". Upon arriving, I locked myself in my room to the confused and worried face of my mother.
"I'm just a pig to everyone. No one cares for me, and therefore... I care for no one".
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Binary Understanding
Teen FictionHigh School freshman Bartholomew Stane is tired of his life. Constant harrasment about his appearance and his physical state, from as early as he remembers to the present day, have caused him to fall into depression and even wish death upon himself...
