TW//
EATING DISORDER
EMOTIONAL/SEXUAL ABUSE
Please do not continue if these subjects are too difficult for you to read, there will be no TW at the start of the chapters because there is mentions of these all throughout the fic.
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The pristine boarding school, Garden Grove Academy, (or GGA), Harry is sent to is the complete opposite of him. No, this isn't the classic coming of age movie where the main character 'doesn't fit in', or is some sort of 'outcast'. No, that's not what this is. Any sane person would be just like him, the school is of course the definition of rich. Tall building that stretch up into the sky that tower over you, with gold crowing, defined engravements, brick walls that make up the dorms, arches that frame the entry way in almost every building, and the inside of the buildings is even more stupid. Its basically straight out of Harry Potter, except no, he's not at a school for wizards, just a plain old boarding school where they can teach him nothing but useless crap he will never use in his life. And every single fucking building that fills among the premises is like this. This place is the oldest school he has ever seen, not even just school, the oldest thing he has ever seen, he's completely convinced this is in fact a castle. And it's not only the buildings that define rich, the snotty rich students, the fact that people here use handkerchiefs (because yes, that apparently is a thing), and he is put on a schedule. He must wake up at a certain time every single morning, eat breakfast in the dinning hall with all of the other students, attend each one of his classes with a short lunch break in between, go back to his dorm to study, go eat at the dinning hall for dinner, and then finally have a little bit of his own time before having to go back into his dorm because of course there is a curfew, 9 o'clock, light's out at 10:30. Holy fuck is he going to hate it here.
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Written by Kiwi
"I just don't want you to be near it okay?" Rebecca said.
"She has a name," Harry said angrily.
BOOK 1 OF 3:
"Don't get angry with me! You're the one fucking with your best friend's fuck up of a sister," she yelled. I put my head down and ignored everyone. I didn't want to deal with any of this.
"You know what, fuck you. Go to hell," Harry said angrily and then walked in here, slamming the door behind him. I raised my head at the sound, only seeing him walk towards us. The entire class watched as Harry sat next to me, his body slouched back and his foot tapping.
***** TRIGGER WARNING*****
There will be lots of mention of suicide and self-harm in many forms. Please do not read if you are susceptible to getting triggered to said things.