'Help me.' Was the first thought that crossed his mind. He was lying down on the cold ground behind his school, his bloodied uniform sticking to his aching body, he laid there, panting. 'And it's only the first day.' He thought desperately.

Earlier that morning

He woke up at the sound of shouts coming from downstair.'Great, another fight.' He sighed, his parents were always like that. He was living on the poor side of town and shouting weren't unusual, so he didn't have to worry about the neighbors but still, it was a pain.

He sat up and started to think about the rest of the day. Today was his first day at school. He was poor so he could't afford attending a regular school and until now he had always learned from a friend who could go to school. But said friend had been shot by mafiosi when mixing with the wrong type of people and he had nobody else to go to.

Having no other choice, he asked his step-father for the only favor he ever asked him: if he could go to school. Surprisingly, his fat and lazy parent said yes on one condition: he had to quit the little house when he was done with middle school.

So for the first time in his life, he slipped on his new uniform consisting of black trousers, a white button up, a navy blue sweater and a navy blue tie. He looked at himself in his mirror on the wall and passed a hand in his gravity defying brown hair. He sighed again as he tried to fix them, his caramel colored eyes narrowing in concentration. Finally, he simply gave up, his hair were impossible to save.

He picked up his bag and cautiously went to his door, it was quiet, it meant his mother was out to work and his step-father was either sleeping or out too. Taking his chance, he quietly went out of his room and downstair, there he looked around for any movement, better safe than sorry. The hall was clear, sighing in relief, he went into the kitchen, drank a glass of water and took a piece of bread. When he was done, he went out of the room.

When he was about to take a hold of the handle of the front door, a hand took a hold of his shoulder. He stilled out of fright before closing his eyes. 'And I was so close too.' He turned around and faced his hell.

One hour later, he was in front of his classroom, waiting for the teacher to tell him to enter. He was nervous it would be the first time he had to be in the same room as so many people, fortunately, his 'hell' earlier hadn't been so bad and he had no bruise on his face, it would have been a horrible first impression otherwise.

"You can come in." The teacher finally called. He took a big breath before entering the classroom.

Let's say everything went downhill from there. He was stuttering non-stop, the other were laughing at him and his feminine body and the only adult in the place did nothing to help. After that, the class went on and everybody saw he was behind in his studies, at the pause, they all started asking questions about his past that he didn't want to answer and the worst was when someone asked jokingly if he ever went to school.

As stupid as he was, he only sat there, his face red. The silence that followed was so awkward, he started to leave, only to be pulled back by a boy who started insulting him. Let's say he didn't have the opportunity of attending afternoon classes.

And now here he was, laying on his back, crying from the pain and looking at the sitting sun.

'Why is life so unfair?'

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Hey! It's my first posted fic ever, I'm happy it's complete. If you have read until here I thank you from the bottom of my heart!

!English is not my first language! I apologize for any error!