𝚑𝚒𝚖//𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚞

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A/N-T/W—this book has language and topics that may be triggering to some people. If topics of bullying, suicide, and mental health issues trigger you, i suggest you dont read this for your best interest.

My locker is almost all cleared out now. I'm so happy I'm leaving this crappy school after all these years.
Suddenly, I'm shoved aside, "Move over faggot!"
'I'm not even gay what the fuck?'
"Sorry," I look down and wait till Kimura is done using his locker. When he did, he suddenly turns to me,
"Ya know what Kirishima? Follow me. We're going to B3 to study."
He yanks my arm along behind him as I try to make sense of everything.
"Wait but school is officially over now what would I need to—" I'm cut off by being thrown into an old unused classroom. There, I see Kimura's friends.
"School's over so we don't have anything to worry about," Maeda laughs as he gets up and sits me in the desk in front of the board. Then, I feel something around my ankles. I look down in panic and confusion as I see duct tape keeping my ankles to the chair and desk.
"Wha—"
"Shut up idiot! We're gonna teach you an important lesson. It's called 'Why Kirishima Shouldn't Exist'!" Taniguchi says as she writes it on the board.
The next hour consists of them telling me how worthless I am, and how I should just kill myself because I'll never fit in. When they ask me questions, if I don't answer fast enough or correctly, Otsuka hits me with a ruler. Eventually I just give up and say what they want me to say. It's not like I don't already believe it anyways.
Then, the door opens and we see a teacher. She looks angry as she sees my tearstained face.
"What are you all doing in here? School is over, go home!" She yells as the four kids run out apologizing to her. I'm still stuck in the desk and she looks at me.
"Well, why aren't you leaving?"
I look down at my ankles, "I'm kinda stuck Miss,"
"Stop being immature! This is why you don't fit in with the other students. You're so selfish and you make everything about yourself! You could easily get yourself out of that situation on your own so do it now and leave!!" she lectures.
I nod and struggle to get the tape off. I then apologize and leave, crying on my way home.
Here's the sad truth: All men are not created equal. It was a lesson I learned when I was very young. People are different, and that would be okay, if our society didn't put so much importance on 'fitting in' and keeping with the status quo.
     Well, I've ended middle school, so life should be better. Right? I'm moving to a new prefecture for high school, so I could change my whole self and nobody needs to know about my old life.