No Easy Way! (BoyxBoy)

Eren's Life

It's 7:00 am

The repeating horn beat of the alarm sets off.

I press the snooze button just be woken up again. After the multiple attempts of shutting it down, I forcefully get my body to stand up, walk up towards the bathroom, passing through the scattered clothing and books left on the floor just so I can tend to my hygienic needs. I usually feel tired and weak, but not today. Today is the last day of school, I don't have to have to see anyone from that horrendous place for a whole two months of summer vacation. I can finally loosen up a little and have fun. Now, I have 3000$ in savings in my piggy bank, if I can work for full time this summer, I can gain an extra 5000$, which can cover for future essentials I might need. Taking into account what I receive from the welfare, maybe I might even make occasional visits to the arcades, cinemas, and even amusement parks. 

I suddenly felt an enormous amount of joy running through my body. Just the thought of freedom made me happy. I left from the bathroom to my room, grinning from one ear to another, and wore my school uniform, hoping that today it was going to go well. However, my state of euphoria did not last long, as I turned around, I was, once again, faced with one of my worst and greatest enemy: my reflection. 

I was short, overly obese, and ugly. I wouldn't have minded if I only have gotten one of these attributes, but mother nature decided to curse me with all three of them. My dry white skin covered with my big bulging eyes, distorted nose, and uneven chapped lips have usually made me the victim of so many harassments by so many people. I have so many bruises, cuts, and marks, on my body all made by people who've chosen to hate me in school.

Nonetheless, I am not completely weak minded, I hope I have a great future ahead of me, after high school. I am trying my best not to play with my negative emotions and let them mentally ruin me. I just have to get through today, and it'll be all good.

7:45 am

I need to get to school, I walk up to the kitchen, make myself a bagel, and leave the house with my school bag attached to my back. As I was walking, I still had these doubts that made me want to crawl back to my house. My shoulder was hunched forward while my head was facing the ground as if I was trying to avoid making potential eye contact with random strangers.
It didn't take long before I reached school. As I walked the gate, I hear Lana screaming, coming up to my face, bending down to my needs, and putting her arm around my shoulder:

Ericccc!!! Hey, I need money for new clothing, can you give me some?!

Me: Euh... Euh... I n-need it for lunch.

Lana: Lunch? Cmon fatso, shouldn't you be on a diet? Just gimme some money. I'm doing you a favor.

She then grabbed the back of my school bag and with her big hands, opened it, dug up any cash she could find inside, then patted on my head and left the scene. I knew her since middle school, but she can't even remember my name. She is filled with confidence and self-pride. Being a cheerleader, she also gets all the attention, and because of that, most of her action gets swept under the rug. I don't hate her or anything since I'm used to getting bullied by most people. By far, she is one of the least threatening ones. Nonetheless, I guess she is right about one thing, losing some weight, in my case might be beneficial.

8:25 am

Anyhow, I have to get to class, it's about to begin. Walking up the hall to get to my classroom can be such a hassle sometimes. I can hear the snickering and the laughter, and also potential gossips about me. Even if most are not targeted at me, I have the tendency to assume they are. Unlike most people, I love being IN class. Not only is it the safest place you can be, no one really stares at anyone; all the attention is centered towards the teacher and the course materials. I have always found the learning experience to be exciting, I love to discover new things and explore the unknown, even if they might be unpleasant for most. The only sad part is that no one really talks to me, aside for homework answers or to make a joke about my appearance.