WARNING: the content of this story may be extremely disturbing to some people and depressing to others, so be warned!

Hi anybody reading this, this is just a story I thought up one day if you don't like it, please tell me and if you do like it please tell me that as well. It is probably going to be either one-shot, two-shot, or three-shot, anyway, here goes! R&R

Disclaimer: this story is not based on any person or event in real life so any similarities there may be are merely coincidental. Thank you

Hello, my name is Zachery Martinez, and welcome to the hell that is my life. Every morning I get up with the sickly feeling of nausea in the pit of my stomach and practically throw up on the way to school. I got out of bed today and grabbed my clothes for the day, a pair of worn out khaki pants and a red shirt under a green and black jacket. I left the room where I sleep and walked into the kitchen and bumped right into my sister, Lissa.

"Watch it scum!" she yelled at me, yeah she is pretty much a bitch she flirts with every guy at school and I even heard her doing it with at least 5 different guys not all at once of course. I pushed my large glasses up my nose and continued walking over to the fridge to make breakfast for all 5 of us; my mom, my dad, Lissa, Sam, and myself. My parents refuse to get up early enough to make breakfast for any of us and my two older siblings basically dumped the load onto me as I am the youngest. I decided that today we were going to have pancakes, so I searched the fridge and the surrounding cupboards for the pancake ingredients. Just as I was finished with the first load of pancakes. Sam came in and took them all for himself. I didn't bother arguing, I knew there was no use, either he would beat the crap out of me and then I would get in trouble for fighting with him or my parents would wake up, tell me to give him the pancakes then I would get in trouble for waking them up.

"Thanks squirt, now continue making more pancakes for everyone else" he said which he didn't need to say, I was planning on it since I do every morning. After my morning of cooking was over, I walked by myself to the bus stop which was about half a mile away Lissa and Sam would be driving to school in Sam's Toyota Camry. But he would always refuse to give me a ride. He would say that he didn't want his car to be ruined with my stench and my very presence. I finally arrived at the bus stop where I would meet up with the vehicle of doom. I waited for about ten minutes by myself because no one wanted to associate with me, the class nerd, the guy who couldn't kick a soccer ball if it landed on his feet. I walked onto the bus and sat in the back by myself, as always. A large senior sat down in the seat in front of me.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Zach" he said "kiss any guys this weekend, you homo?"

"No"

"Whoa! Managed to resist huh?" he said

I just ignored him after that. My cell phone rang, signaling a text, I looked at it slowly; half expecting it to be more insults instead it was a text from my cousin Ella.

Hey, how are you? Max and I are coming for about a week to visit…so be prepared

I read the text the fear already clawing its way into my heart. Every time they came that meant more mouths to feed and more insults and torture at the hands of my parents, siblings and classmates. The bus then pulled up in front of the school and we all climbed out with me last as usual. I was walking into the main building when suddenly I was on the floor, my books and other stuff scattered around me.

"Walk much, Homo?" a voice said from above me laughing

I just gathered up my stuff and kept walking to my block one class, AP Physics. This was my strong subject; I was the best student that the teacher had ever seen. Yet, still even when I brought home my award for best in the state in science my parents simply "failed to notice." I sat down in the front of the class and got out my books, this was going to be a long day. After Physics came Gym; the bane of my existence and my all-time least favorite class. I walked into the changing rooms and changed and walked out into the gym before anyone had arrived in the changing rooms. I did this because being in the changing led to torture from Henry like the incident this morning with him tripping me. I knew I had to do something to stop this torture and I finally think I found a way. After school was over I was picked up today by my uncle Charlie, a very loyal member of the NRA. He came and picked me up in his beat up, old, red Ford pick-up truck. He immediately drove me to my house, never saying a word the whole way there. I immediately got all of my homework done then went for a walk and did my paper route until a car drove up behind me and practically knocked me over. The driver rolled down his window and I saw Sam driving with Lissa in the passenger seat and Henry in the back.

"Watch where you're going, freak" he said to me I didn't reply and he roared off. the tires of his car whipping up dirt and mud that drenched me. I walked home after that and noticed my aunt's car in the driveway. I walked inside preparing for the torture that was soon to begin. My parents actually noticed when I arrived this time but it was only to tell me to cook dinner because they couldn't be bothered to do it since we had guests. I walked into the kitchen and started the ingredients for spaghetti and meatballs which I had gotten pretty good at making. Ella suddenly walked into the kitchen and saw me working at the stove.

"Oh, your parents still make you cook and clean?" she asked worry lacing her every word

"Yeah, but I don't mind" I lied

"oka-ay" she said but I don't think she believed me

We talked for a while and then she had to go help her mom get the room they were staying in ready for the night, but after that was done my aunt Valencia walked into the kitchen and looked at me with a disgusted look on her face.

"You're still here are you?" she said

"Yes" I said defiantly

"Well good" she replied

"What? You actually like the fact that I am here?" I asked, amazed.

"Yes, I think it is good that my brother and sister-in-law have a personal slave to do all of the work for them." She said after that comment I decided to tune her out and I did quite successfully.

Later that night I lay in bed thinking about my life and how to stop the torture and escape the hell which was my life. I found a way. I realized that people treated me the way they did because they thought I was gay and a wimp…my only comment is that once my plan works they will no longer think of me as weak, they will no longer call me a coward…I will no longer be the nerdy 9th grade homosexual.

Thank you those of you who took the time to read this sorry if it is disturbing. It's just an idea that popped into my head and yeah…so anyway review please! That would make my day tell me what ya think! People!

PS. I do not own Maximum Ride