-Alan's POV-
School was shit. Period.
I mean, the first two lessons were alright, I hurried between classes, avoiding human contact at all costs. But on my way to third period was when they caught me, they grabbed me by my shoulders, pushed me around, taunting me before locking me in my locker.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Luckily I only had PE, not that important. It's not like I'm going to become a professional marathon runner when I'm older.
The bell rang, practically mocking me as the teacher was, no doubt, marking me as absent. Thanks a lot Vic, remember when we used to be best friends? Yeah, well, I do. Maybe we were only friends because you weren't such a dick!
Asshole. Seriously.
I banged on the locker door but eventually gave up, leaning my forehead against the metal surface. My knuckles were bleeding slightly from letting out my fustrations on the door.
"Please... Anybody?" I said miserably, my voice cracking, visions back from when I was a little boy came flooding back. My dad had locked me in the cupboard under the stairs, he said that I needed to "learn my lesson" which resulted in me vomiting in the small space then passing out, in my own vomit. Pleasant.
My breathing became heavier and irregular, I was hypervantilating and no doubt would I soon either one; pass out or two; throw up.
Great.
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[A/N]
I'm sorry but if I javen't warned you before, this is going to be the worlds slowest updating fanfic.
But don't worry, shit will start to happen next chapter!
Also, I have another Cashby fanfic on my other account; Tobi_Is_EPIC
It's called; Fresh Cuts and it would mean alot to me if you checked it out. Thanks.
