"Haha; such as a faggot" said one of the passersby. Walking down the hallways at my highschool was always a difficult thing to do. I always rush to classes; the teachers think I am excited for them. At least they're thinking that and not anything else. But I'm not rushing for classes now; It's finally the end of the day. This is nice; all I have to do is get ho- "Hey Egbert; come over here," called out one of your (many) bullies as you walked out of the front entrance of the school.
Fuck.
You turn to them and see which one of your tormentors it was. OH SHit it's Jack Noir. Fuck FucK FUCK you need to run now.
And you do. You ran as fast as you could.
But they always catch up.
TT:John, are you alright?
TT:John?
