Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
"Look what I got!"
Shelby ran towards our table and slammed her sheet on it, a big grin plastered on her face.
"What's new? We all know you're a nerd." Lucas said, rolling his eyes.
"Ugh! Again A+" Cameron groaned.
I kept my head down, breathing heavily, trying to ignore my voices. They aren't letting me concentrate on anything.
The whole school hates you. How could you be here?
Do you really think Destiny would choose you when she has thousands of guys after her who are so much better than you?
"What did you get?"
I looked up at Shelby, who was holding her sheet in her hand.
"A in SST and C in Maths." I mumbled.
You got a C in Maths? What will you tell your Dad? He has done so much for you in just a few months and this is what you'll show to your father? A grade C?
Your brothers are rich, popular and have a better reputation. What do you have? Can't you even properly study?
"What's going on with you?" Cameron demanded, sitting next to me.
"What?" I asked.
Stand up and leave your friends.
"You've been awfully quiet." Lucas.
"Yeh, I've been noticing his behavior for two weeks." Shelby raised her brow at me. "He's not talking like he used to."
"Nothing's going on with me. I'm fine." I said quietly.
Maintain distance between everyone. That's how you can get better.
Something's wrong with me but I have no idea what it is. I don't like talking a lot with anyone. I felt guilty and regretted my existence all the time. I can't sleep properly, waking up in the middle of the night due to nightmares that haunt me everyday.
The most fearful thing I'm feeling now which I've never felt back there, I'm having thoughts of suicide.
"Earth to Connor." Cameron snapped his fingers to bring me back to reality.
"I-I have to go." I collected my sheets from the table and stood up to leave when Lucas stopped me. "Where are you going and who will do your lunch?"
"I want to be alone for a while and I'm not hungry."
"You're not going anywhere until you tell us what's wrong with you?" Cameron frowned at me.
"Nothing's wrong with me. I just want to be alone, okay?"
