(Niall's POV)
I was sick of it, I knew that that sounded like the typical teenager thing to say but it was true. I was sick of life, those duchebags at school ,and most of all myself. I looked in the mirror and all I saw was everything that the bullies said to me as they punched and kicked me.

" Look at you. Your worthless!"

" No one will ever love a fag like you."

" Oh my gosh fatass get up and fight."

They were all right of course. My hair was a mess, my teeth were crooked, my accent was horrible, I was fat, and most of all no one would love a gay loser. I kept telling myself these things as I purged (threw up) into the toilet. This has been my routine for about 5 years. I would wake up, get ready, eat breakfast,purge , brush my teeth, and then go to school. If I had time I would sit under the big old oak tree in front of the principle's office. It's monitored 24/7 so you imagine why it would be my favorite spot at the hell hole that is FREEDOM HIGH.

(LOUIS'S POV)
I looked at myself one more time in the mirror. Then headed off to school. This had been my what... 6th school? I didn't get in trouble alot, my mom just gets alot of job transfers. She " promised" me last year that that would be my last school, but nooooo she just had to get transferred AGAIN. UGH who even names their school FREEDOM HIGH anyways?