Get the fucking extinguisher (don't worry it's a real story)

Were you born in Georgia?

Hi, welcome to hell! Since the title is so well thought out and not misleading at all, none of you will be surprised about what you are going to read next! This chapter is written by me, perky, and edited by QueerNom (check her out if u haven't) the next chapter will be written by QueerNom and edited by me, and so on and so forth. This is my smooth transition into the story.

Jeremy POV

It was a normal Tuesday morning when everything started. It was 7:30 in the morning. It was a clear day, not a single cloud was in the sky. I was walking to school, wondering what I did that was so wrong that made me have to go through two more years of hell at this awful high school. I was bullied, targeted, harassed whatever you want to call it, since the day I stepped foot into that hell hole and I had no one to stick up for me. Not a single living soul was there to pick me up when I fell down or talk me through rough nights. I had no one. Not even my family could help. All I had was my dad. My dad really let himself go when my mom divorced him. He was no help to me whatsoever. He couldn't even bring himself to put pants on in the morning.

Everything was going as it always does, the starting of another dreadful day. I was about a block away from my house when I saw one of the biggest red flags in movies: a black van. I wasn't worried until the van started following me down the quiet street of my neighborhood. The van looked like a fairly expensive car. It was shiney and well taken care of. I probably would have stopped to admire the van if it was parked and empty, but it wasn't. The van was slowly dragging behind me and I was trying not to panic. I started walking faster. The van sped up a bit. I made was looking over my shoulder almost constantly, hoping the van would disappear when every time I looked back, but the van just kept following me. I was constantly changing my pace, walking faster and faster trying to discreetly get away from the van. By the time I made it to school I was almost running and I was completely out of breath. I looked over my shoulder one last time to see if the van had finally gone, but it was just sitting there, at the entrance to my school. I could have peed my pants then and there. I didn't, but I could have.

I turned around and made my way into my school. My school was an old building, it was there when my grandparents went to highschool. The school kind of looked like an old church. It had a big wooden door right at the front, a giant bell that was painted gold hung from a gazebo like thing that stood on the roof of the building, and it had colourful stained glass windows at the front of the building beside the door. One of the few things stopping the ancient structure from being a church was its size. There have been big churches before, but this school could hold 3,000 people, maybe more. The place was enormous, it had five floors, each floor could easily be turned into a fairly large house.

I walked through the giant wooden doors of my school and was faced with another terrifying problem, or rather two terrifying problems. Anthony Kellogg and Royce Fletcher, or better known as Cereal and Princey. Anthony was a tall blond haired  blue eyed rich boy who walked around with a long thick stick up his butt. Anthony almost always wore a polo shirt that he tucked into his skinny jeans. His slick backed hair used enough hair product to fill an ocean. Today Cereal was wearing a light blue polo tucked into a pair of white skinny jeans that were held up by a brown Gucci belt. He had white converse that almost blended with his pale skin to top it all off. Royce was almost the complete opposite of Anthony. Royce was very short, he had messy brown hair and dark green eyes. Royce had an unbelievably strong upper body but it looked like he had forgotten leg day...for the past nine years. Royce wore red basketball shorts and a black tank top that contrasted with his white skin.

Anthony was nicknamed cereal by the football coach and gym teacher, Mr.Breeks. One day Mr.Breeks came to school eating a bowl of frosted flakes, the second Mr.Breeks saw Anthony he connected the dots and named Anthony Cereal boy or Cereal for short.