Chapter 2
It hurts.
Aldo layed there in the middle of the hallway. No one bothering to help him up, or see if he was okay. None of the teachers seemed to notice either. Then Aldo would slowly get up, dusting himself off before going onto his next period.
Once there, Aldo found peace in this class, sitting in the back once more as he chose to sleep the entire class. The class flew by like a breeze. He re-awoke, looking around as everyone left the classroom. Aldo would stand up exiting last, then he was suddenly tackled to the ground. Aldo landed with a grunt looking towards the dude who tackled him. It was that same kid from the bus.
"Hey, idiot fuck, I wasn't finished with you and you ran away like a fucking pussy. Oh, but now. You gonna get it."
This kid would then grab Aldo by the bangs and began banging his head against the floor. Aldo would try to fight back but was pinned down. All he could do was grunt and bite back the will to cry out. When the bigger kid got off him and walked away. Aldo layed there, staring up at the ceiling for a while before slowly getting up, making his way to the bathroom. He'd get into one of the stalls, locked it and hung his bookbag on the hook before just standing there, covering his face.
He thought;
What did I do to deserve this cruelty?
Why me?
He tried not to cry, but yet a few tears escaped anyways as the bell ringed signaling for students to be in class now, but Aldo remained, leaning agaise the stall door as he stared at the wall.
Aldo could never let his many bullies see him cry like this. Couldn't let them know that they won every battle mentally. Aldo heaved a sigh, putting the toilet seat down as he sat on it, now looking at the tiled floor.
Aldo remained there 'till lunch. He didnt go to lunch either though, he didnt even go to the rest of his classes. When the bell rung he instead walked home, even if it was an hour walk. It was better then dealing with the kids on the bus. Once home a male, whom looked like Aldo was the first to greet him, but it wasnt a:
'Hey son, how was school?'
Instead:
"And WHY are you late? You were suppose to get home THIRTY MINUTES ago."
"I decided to walk home."
The male,whom is his father stared at him before heading off towards the living room.
"Clean the kitchen, mistake."
Aldo would wince before moving to put his bookbag in his room upstairs. Then returning back downstairs and quietly began cleaning the kitchen, which all in all took about two hours. Once he is finished he retreats upstairs and into his room. He'd plop onto his bed and letd the sweet escape of sleep take over him.