Oh my God, I have the humongous urge to write a Poland And Lithuania story. Like seriously. Dammit, I'm horrible with this type of thing! I always have to many story ideas and am to lazy to write them down or update!
First Grade:
Toris didn't want to be here. The school was to big, to many students, to much noise. He wanted to be at home, where though the commotion never settled down, at least he knew people. Already he had become known as "Stutters" the most original name first grade boys can come up with. Now there was a real chance of his name being changed, since he had not opened his mouth once since first period.
"Hey, Stutters!" His number one tormentor called out. "Can I have a cookie?" The boy was albino, he had bright red eyes and white hair. He scared him, he looked like some sort of demon. He didn't want to give away his food, he tried telling him this.
"Um I-i-i-i-i I w-w-w-w-was g-go-going t-t-t-t-t" the word "to" would not become unstuck and leave his mouth. God, he must look like an idiot.
"Hey! Hey Stutters! Can you speak? That is so unawesome. Seriously dude, just speak!" He shouted. Maybe he was teasing him, but Toris thought the guy honestly believed yelling would make it better.
"I-I-I gotta go!" He shouted and left his lunch behind. Toris ran out of the lunch room and onto the playground. He kept running until finally he collapsed under a nearby tree. He shook violently, and his stomach grumbled pathetically. Why, oh why didn't he grabbed his lunch?
"Hey, like you look really funny like that!" A high pitch annoying voice yelled in his ear. Toris jumped back in surprise. "like your face is all red and puffy! Totes hilarious." It was a guy, at least he thought it was. He wore a short skirt, and a white sweater with sleeves much to long. Toris only ever saw girls wearing outfits like that, but something about him screamed boy. At least it did to him. "Here, like, you can split my sandwich!" He held up half of a BLT. "But only for today, 'cause you just look so pathetic and hungry." Toris pouted a bit but took the offer food. He was hungry.
"I'm Toris."
"Feliks the name. My favorite color's pink, favorite singer Britney Spear, I'm seven and a half, born in Poland, and you're my new friend." Toris took a few seconds to figure out what he said, he talked way to fast.
"Um, My-my Fav-fav-favorite color i-i-is-"
"Wait, like, I totes can't understand you through that stutter!" Feliks frowned.
"S-s-sorry."
"Don't say sorry, just don't do it."
"O-okay. My F-favorite color is b-blue. I don't listen to mu-music. I'm seven years old, and was born in America, though my parents are from Lithuania. I-I guess I'd like to be your friend." He finished shyly.
"Of course you'd like to be my new friend, like, I'm cool like that. And look at you, only barely stuttered." He grinned and dug into his lunch bag again. "Just for that I'd split my pudding cup, ninety twelve." Toris looked confused, he was sure those numbers didn't add up.
"Okay."
Next Day:
He was being bullied again, this time the albino brought friends. Two others, a blond and a hispanic dude. "I- Um." He was close to tears, he really wanted to just eat his lunch.
"Hey, like, leave Stutters alone!" A valley girl accented voice called out. Maybe not the ideal rescue, but rescue it was. "Only I'm allowed to steal his lunch!" Feliks scowled at the trio menacingly.
The Albino, obviously the leader grinned. "Aw, girls aren't suppose to take lunches, they're to tiny and small!" A low growl came from the Polish boy's lips.
"I can like do whatever I want! You can't stop me so naaa!" He stuck out his tongue.
"Gilbert, oh Gilbert, you have no idea how to talk to ladies. Papa says you have to woo, flirt, then bang them." The blond smiled at her. "How about we skip the first two steps."
"Francis, do you even know what banging is?" the Spanish one asked.
"No Toni, but Papa does it often with plenty of ladies. So, mon cher, shall we try it out?" Feliks stomped on his foot, hard.
"I'm not a girl." He spat.
"Liar!" Gilbert shouted. "Only girls wear skirts!"
"Well, I do so, like, suck it! Now all three of you, like shoo shoo. Or bad things will happen." He threatened darkly. Toni raised an eyebrow.
"What type of bad tings?"
"Well, I was like born in Poland, so I totes know people. Now if you don't want like the entire Poland forces attacking your house you'd leave!" The three boys looked frightened.
"Liar!" Gilbert yelled once more. "If you're from Poland speak Polandian!"
"Ryż, czerwony, samochód, ogórek. Ha!" Feliks grinned triumphantly.
"Oh my Gilbird, they're really coming after us!" The three boys ran away. Toris looked at him confused.
"What did you say?"
"Rice, red, car, cucumber. I only know a few words. I was only in Poland until I was two, and the language is like too hard!" He whined. He also took the liberty of eating most of Toris's lunch. Toris sighed, at least he had a friend.
Fifth grade:
The students surrounded the two boys. Toris was shaking badly. The chant of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Echoed through out the small park. How did he get sucked into the mess? Oh yeah, it was all Feliks fault. He and Tino apparently had a disagreement that had nearly led to a fist fight. They had agreed to meet after school at the park to fight it out. But Feliks begged and begged him to tell the guy to back off, he just got a manicure and "didn't want to like mess up this perfection! Look, they added flowers!" Toris had showed up and mumbled out that Feliks couldn't show.
"Wait, so we're fighting?" He had asked confused.
"No!" He felt sweat beading up on his forehead and nervously he wiped it away.
"But I wanted to fight! Come on dude!" The blond kid begged.
"I-i-i don't w-wanna." his stutter magically appeared.
"Come on Stutters, spit it out. What are you, chickened? Or do you not wanna mess up your face for your pretty little girlfriend?"
"He's not my girlfriend!" By now, most people knew Feliks was a guy, but they still called him she and a girl. The "funnest" joke they would play would be to try and get a new student to flirt with him. Feliks would flirt back and not mention his gender, just to watch the kid's face when he revealed that he did in fact have balls. Wait, if he did then FELIKS not HIM would be standing here. Tori gnashed his teeth annoyed.
"Well he acts like a girl, and you guys are friends, so he's your girlfriend, correct?" Tino faked innocence. Toris knew he wasn't usually this rude, but he genuinely seemed to hate Feliks. Geez, I wonder why? "Don't play innocent. He makes a cute girl anyways-" Toris tackled him to the ground and began punching wildly. Soon the Lithuanian boy was flipped onto his back and the kid was returning the hits. The two rolled around and wrestled, each trying to gain the upper hand. Toris managed to knee him in the stomach and once more topped. He punched everywhere he could reached, as Tino tried desperately to gain control. Soon the two were only pulling hair, biting and scratching. Each to tired to do much else. They were pulled away by a big guy named Berwald and another kid called Sadiq. The two glared at each other.
"Tino." Berwald* grunted. "We're going home."
"Aw, Sve! I was just gonna beat him up!" Toris rolled his eyes.
"Back to you house. Mom has snacks." Tino didn't argue further as the two retreated.
"Wow Toris, that was like totes a good fight!" Feliks grinned at him where he laid on the ground studying his bright pink nails.
"Next time fight your own fight." He growled as the two walked away. Feliks grinned.
"But watching you do it is so much more entertaining. Hey, you actually did really well! I bet you could beat up half the guys in our grade with my help!"
"What help?" he rubbed a bit of blood off of a cut lip. "You mean you sitting there and looking pretty?"
"You know me so well."
Eight Grade:
"This is like so not cool!" Feliks cried loudly. "How are we suppose to go to different high schools!"
"Feliks, it won't be that bad." Toris tried to reason.
"But who am I suppose to boss around with out you there?" Toris sighed.
"You can make new friends."
"But I can't, like, people hate me!"
"That's not true, you're very-"
"What?" He snapped. "Annoying, high maintenance? Girly? Stupid?"
"Smart, caring, passionate, hansom. You can make new friends."
"But I don't want new friends! All the people here totally suck! Like why does my stupid parents have to move across town?"
"Money? Jobs? Life?"
"Besides that of course. Now we'll, like, never see each other again! And you'll forget about me and get unawesome friends!"
"I won't forget you Feliks. Promise."
"Pinky promise?" He held out his finger.
"Pinky promise."
God, this really is not my proudest work. Apologies. Yeah, I used Google translate, but I don't care if it's incorrect. At least I told you what it was saying. I wrote this at four am, forgive my bad writing. Posting it anyways though, cuz at least I can get some constructive criticism. It just didn't flow right to me, and it was kinda boring. Any suggestions? Leave a review telling me if it sucked, you liked it, that I should die...
*= I don't speak grunt. Seriously, I can't write for Sweden.