Chapter 1
Where it Began
It was a foggy morning. Aldo was getting ready for school. His hair messy from sleep, but he didn't bother to comb his messy dark brown hair. Instead he slapped on an orange get t-shirt and some blue jeans with some slip-on tennis shoes which were a dirty yellow white with brown splotches of mud and florecent blue, dulled into a dark blue. Suddenly a yell came from downstairs.
"Aldo! The bus is here! Hurry up!"
Aldo would sigh before grabbing his backpack and speeding down.the stairs to be faced with a female, whom was wearing a purple fuzzy robe, her purple hair tied up into a bun. Her dark lilac eyes stared Aldo down. She also seemed to have a baby bump growing. Aldo and her stared at each other for a moment or two before Aldo speed out the door and onto the school bus.
Suddenly Aldo was faced with paper wads being thrown at him. He took a seat in one of the front seat, but a kid behind him decided to take a book and slam it ontop of his head.
Aldo would let out a grunt, turning to glare at the bitch who did it. It was another male, but they were older, probably twelfth grader.
"The fuck you gonna do, loser? Kill me with your stare? "
The older kid would laugh as another paper wad smacked Aldo in the face. Aldo would sigh turning back around and slumbing further into the seat. The ride was short but a nightmare. From the constant name calling from the back of the bus to paper wads and books, hard cover books. Once there Aldo would race to be the first one off, and ran straight into the building.
Once inside he didn't go down for breakfast instead he went straight to class. Sitting in the very back of the class. It was a while before class even started, but even during class paper wads were thrown at him, but it wasn't as much as on the bus. Aldo heaved a teeny sigh, resting his head on the desk.Then he suddenly got a note passed to him already opened;
'Hey ya fucking, loser if you got any fucking money you better hand it over after class or I'mma beat your ass.'
Aldo would look up from it to the front of the room, on the front row sat a smaller kid then him but this punk looked like he's done killed like two other kids. Also looked like he was on crack. Aldo would sigh digging into his pocket of his jeans pulling out about fifty cents. He had a dollar hidden elsewhere but this was all the asshole was getting.
When the bell rang Aldo was the first out the door and into the hallway, but that crack kid was hot on his trail.
"Hey punk! Where the fuck is my money at?! "
Aldo was suddenly surronded by two other boys and as he held out the fifty cents. Crack kid snatched it out of Aldo's hand.
"That all? Damn you're fucking poor as shit. Get 'em boys. Lets show him what we do to poor boys."
Suddenly, they ganged up on Aldo, throwing punches. Aldo had been in enough fits already to know what to do. He'd punch one directly in the dick, which caused that kid to keel over. The other one went in for a facial blow, but Aldo dodged and uppercutted the boy, knocking him onto the ground. Crack kid came up from behind and roughly spun Aldo around punching him the face.
Aldo's head would jerk off to one side as he was dazed, pushed to the ground repeatedly kick a bunch of times before they backed off, laughing their asses off and helping their one friend down the hallway. For a dick punch is no fun.