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2- I don't think I wanna play

Sorry, but that bunny is so me XD. Anyhow, enjoy this!
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MATT'S POV( Duh)

Torf and I walked into class just as the loud loud bell rang. He led me to a seat and sat me down in it. He then sat in the seat next to me. A man with dark dark brown hair and a mustache started talking. He was very loud. Not as loud as the loud loud bell, of course. Everyone started taking a book out from under their seats, so I did the same.

I opened the book to a random page and sat and stared at the board. The man was writing something on it, and I leaned in to see. The Cold War? I learned about that thingy when I was six! Daddy said that was "5 seconds to Midnight", whatever that means. Anyway, the man said something and everybody rose their hands. I did the same. "Mr. Clogsworth?" A boy with red red hair and big green eyes answered him. I didn't hear him, but apparently the man did because he said "yes," and wrote more words on the board.

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Eventually, the loud loud bell rang again. I put the book back under the seat and grabbed my backpack. It still kinda hurt my back, but whatever!!!

I went up to Torf. He looked up at me, grinned, grabbed my hand, and led me out of the room. We went down a couple of halls before I tripped on something. I fell face first onto the floor, letting go of Torf's hand as I went down. He immediately whirled around and looked around to see where I went. My cheek hurt. Owie. He then looked down. "Matt! Oh my gosh are you okay?!" I sat up and smiled, holding my aching cheek. I heard wierd noises coming from around me. Then, laughter. Torf glared at the people around us. I jumped to my feet and grinned. The laughter got louder. I didn't like that sound.

It sounded mean, it sounded mad. It.. it sounded like when Mummy and Daddy played with me.. when they drank the stinky apple juice and laughed. They sounded like that. I hated that. I didn't realize my grin had faded and tears fell down my face. My hand slipped to my side and I put my head down. I didn't like this feeling! This feeling wasn't happy, I was supposed to be happy! Happy means perfect, I needed to be perfect for Mummy and Daddy!!

Torf wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me on. I kept my head down and trudged down the hallway. I refused to let out any noises. If I did, I was worried it would be playtime again. Apparently they did playtime at school here. Anyway, Torf eventually stopped, and I looked up. Tim and Edd were infront of us. Torf said something, and they gave me this sad look. I didn't like it, it made me so sad! I started shaking, and let out my first sound. "Nghewl.."

They broke the wall. Edd came up and hugged me tightly, and Tim patted my shoulder. Torf still held onto my shoulder, and I whimpered. This sucked. Alot.

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I sat in the front office, Edd next to me. I was still very upset, and would cry every little while. Mummy and Daddy were gonna pick me up, and I knew they would want to play. But I really, really didn't wanna play today. At all.

Eventually the tall guy I'm told is the principal walked out. "Matt?" He said. I looked up. "I called your parents, they said they'll be here soon," he said with a smile. I nodded and looked back down. They were gonna play with me. I didn't want to. I don't like it when it hurts. They make it hurt so bad. Why would they do that? I didn't think hurting your child is good. Could someone make them stop? Could someone save me? No, I need to feel pain. It'll help me as a person, right? Right?

I was snapped out of that weird state by a tap on my shoulder. Looking over, Edd motioned up. My parents were there. I took a deep breath and skipped over to Mummy and Daddy as bubbly as I could. I turned around and waved at Edd. "Bye bye Edd! See ya tomorrow!" I shouted. He giggled and waved back. "Bye Matt!"

When we got home, I tried running up to my room, but Daddy caught my hoodie and lifted me up off the stairs. "Matt, do you wanna play? It's playtime!" He said with a evil grin. I teared up, but nodded my head. He then promptly threw me down the stairs. I cried out every time I collided with the sharp edges of the steps, all the way to the base of the staircase. I lay at the bottom, whimpering as the big man slowly came down the steps. He finally reached the last step and loomed over me. Raising his foot, he started to stomp on my tummy. "Owieeeeeee," I gasped. This hurt, alot.

Eventually he picked me up by the hair and took me to the kitchen. He told me he read how a mother cooked their son on the stove. I shivered, eyes wide with fear. I watched as he turned on the gas stove and grabbed my arm. I struggled and screamed, but he was too strong for my weak, food deprived, beaten, and tired body. He pulled up my sleeve and stuck my hand over the flames. I kept screaming as the fire burned me.

After about 5 minutes, he let go of me and I fell to the floor, cradling my burnt arm. I didn't know how to fix this! What was I gonna do?! He called for Mummy, and said something to her, she nodded then dragged me by the hair upstairs and into the bathroom. She sat me on the toilet and took out a white box. I watched her while blowing on my arm, which was all purple and black and red and cracky. She poured a white liquid thingy all over a rag, then wrapped it around my arm.

That night, I lay awake, my now-bandaged arm throbbing. I sighed and checked the time. 0:16... Ugh I need to sleeeppp. I'm sleepy but I can't sleeeepppp. Oh God, why have you cursed me to be like this?!
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Sorry this took wayyy too long to post. I'm a really big procrastinator. Anyway, shout out ... Uhhhmm, idk who voted on this but SHOUT OUT TO YOU!!!

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       -Mia