Please, just call me Ro. And for the love of all things holy, leave my ears alone! (High school is a battle, a war. A place you go into without knowing how you're going to come out. But when you're stuck with the after-effects of your mother's short-lived obsession with all things fluffy, your battle might just get a little bit harder. Ro wants to make something of himself, to step with his brother out of their parents' shadows and prove himself to the world.)

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx

This was a prompt I got from an anon on my tumblr! I'm the-crabstickz-show on tumblr :)