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Tord's pov

Tord walked past he crowd of random people, making his way to his locker with his head down. Tord has dark brown hair, almost black, and a black
trench coat. It made sense why people ignored him. Wait, no. They don't even notice his existance, his presence. He's basically a ghost.

Well, to most of the people, anyway. For the people why actually sees him, it isn't the good kind. Besides two people who he only has two classes with while they have every single class together. Edd and Matt. Plus, they barely even talk anymore. As for the other-

Tord got slamed into a locker at his side. Dang it. His locker was just down the hall. He really can't go a day without being pushed around.

"Hey there, loner. Still wearing that disgusting jacket on? Are you too poor to afford new clothes?"

Ah, yes. Thomas Night.

Year: Junior
Friends: Edwardo, Edd, Matt, Mark, Alex
Fact: He sleeps with a teddy bear
Problem with Tord: He's different
Tord's opinion: Whatever
Sexuality: Straight (for now)
Girlfriend: Suzan

Suzan:
Year: Sophmore
Friends: Laurel, Stacy, Matt, Mark,
Fact: Edwardo hates her
Problem with Tord: He pulled her wig off in front of the whole school in middle school
Tord's opinion: Meh
Sexuality: Straight
Boyfriend: Thomas and Alex

Tord:
Year: Junior
Friends: Edd and Matt (barely)
Fact: He's known Suzan ever since preschool
Problem: He got the jock and thot squad after him
Sexuality: Gay
Ex: Alex

Tord calmly gathered his things into his arms. He was honestly used to this. Being bullied by the same people saying the same exact insults ever since freshman year. He's not mad or them or sad about what they said. He just didn't care. As got back up, he was immediately forced back down with a strong kick to his stomache. Tom grabbed Tord's bag and emptied everything out with a satisfied smirk on his face. Tord saw everyone either looking and then looking away, or just ignoring and not looking at all.

Nobody has a heart in this school.

Tom picked up a random item that stood out. A red journal with a yellow symbol that looks like the shape of Tord's hair in the center of it.

Tord jolted up trying to snatch the journal away only to be pulled back by Edwardo. Although the journal had a lock on it, it was special. Very special actually to Tord. His mother had left him with nothing but that journal that had a 'I love you, mommy' written behind the cover.

"Hmm, what's this? A diary? Where's your little key to this, fag?" Snarled Tom. "I-It's at home..! Please, just don't touch it!" I pleaded. Tom chuckled and threw the corner of the book directly in my eye. I yelp and fell as I clutched my eye in pain.

Edwardo let go of me harshly and he and Tom walked away, leacing me on the ground with all of my things including my bag scattered around the floor. I heard the bell ring loudly and I hurried to gather my things and ran to my locker and then ran to class.

I, of course, got in trouble for being late and running in the halls. So, I got detention. Great.

After school, I hung my head down as I made my way to the detention room. I have always been in trouble because of Tom, but never detention. I was a little nervouss since it's my first time going into detention, but, I'll survive.

As I opened the door to the silent room, I see two students and a teacher at the front of the classroom. "Ah, finally. Mr. Laurens, just who we were waiting for." I kept my head down as I sat a distance away from the two others who were sitting together two rows in front of me.

The teacher left and locked the door on his way out which made me confused. Where was he going?

"He goes somewhere I don't even know. But, here in detention, the teacher leaves us in silence and no electronics so we basically suffer from boredum for three hours."

I look at the owner of the voice. He has bushy brown eyebrows and wore a plain shirt with a black leather jacket. He has dark brown hair and eyes.

"You look confused, so." I look to the floor. I don't like opening up to people I don't know. Especially if they're from this school. Every single person is heartless.

The chair next to me screeched as it scooted backwards and someone sat on it. "Not much of a talker, huh? Well, I'm Patryck!" He extended his arms out. "Nice to meet you." I stare at his hand for a moment, thinking if I should take it or not. He eventually pulls his arm back and gave me a small smile.

Patryck has perfect eyebrows but weird hair that looks like chicken wings. But, who am I to judge? My hair is the shape of two horns.

"What's your name?" Asked Paul. I looked at the floor and muttered. "Tord.." The two smiled. "Nice name." Complemented Patryck. I looked up at him with a smile. "T-Thanks..."

Nobody's pov

"Woah! You've got an accent! Where are you from?" Excitedly questioned Paul. "Norway." Tord said more clearly now. The other two brightened up at the change.

An hour passed and the three got along quite perfectly. Tord laughed. "Oh my gosh. Where have you two been all this time? I'm getting kicked around for being different than everybody else!" Paul finishes his three minute laughing fit. "Heheh, different? Pat and I are different from everybody else but we don't kicked around! Sure, we get yelled at but we have one heck of a time." Patryck butted in. "Yeah, that's why we're in here. We've been here tons of times though." Tord looked at Patryck, his head tilted looking confused. "Why were you guys put in here?" He asked.

"Well, Pat and I started a food fight in the cafeteria."

"Oh. What grade are you guys?"

"We're seniors."

"Oh.." Tord looked off to the side.

After the teacher came back and let them go, Tord was headed home by walking. Until, he heard someone call his name. Tord turned around to see Patryck running over while Paul walked. Tord stopped walking and Patryck finally made it up to Tord. "Yeah?" Asked Tord. "You're really fun to hang out with for an eleventh grader. Do you wanna exchange numbers and maybe hang out another time?"

1) Accept
2) Decline

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