Thank you for the reviews.

I had toyed with this idea for only a couple hours until I decided to make it into a story. I have big expectations for the end (when it comes), and I hope you'll enjoy it until then. :P

Having missed the last bus thanks to those jerks, Spencer had to hurry home on foot, carrying all his stuff he brought with him. Perhaps he should invest in something to carry his things in. He looked around as he made his way around the streets, it was dusky, and there were very few streetlights. Great, first he had to spend a while in the dark at school, and now he has to walk home in the dark, oh how he hated the dark.

A crashing sound made him jump slightly, it came from an alleyway just off to the right. Now, Spencer was afraid to walk by, just in case someone might be waiting there to grab him. Gulping, he took careful steps until he reached the corner, peeking around, he saw a knocked over trash can and a stray orange cat. Sighing with relief, he continued, feeling a little ridiculous for being so paranoid.

He finally reached his street. Walking by a fence, a dog suddenly came up and started barking real loudly. Spencer, once again, nearly jumped out of his own skin. When he realized that it was just a dog, safely separated from him thanks to the fence, he started on his way again. It didn't surprise him too much, for one, it was late and the dog was probably suspicious. Two, he's always had some effect on animals to the point where they don't like him. He never truly understood that.

Spencer walked up to his suburban home, noticing that a couple lights were on, meaning his mother was up and that she was probably lucid and not having an episode. This was good, as Spencer has dealt with enough today, the last thing he really wanted to do now, even though he had to, was to tend to his sick mother when she needed anything, or by simply just getting her to eat or take her medication.

He entered the house, his mother was on the sofa, TV was off, but she was reading a book. She seemed too engrossed to notice him come in. He frowned, not knowing how long she'd been there, somebody else could have entered the house and stolen something without her knowing it. He stepped into the room, then she finally drew her attention away from her book to see her son.

"Spencer." She spoke with concern. "Why were you so late, baby? Did something happen?"

"Just got held up for a while. That's all." He replied, feeling uncomfortable as the now crusty back of his shirt rubbed against him.

"How was your first day?"

He would have done a facepalm had his hands not been full of his belongings. He should've anticipated being asked that question, but what was he to tell her? Oh, I got stared at by everyone, had food thrown at me, and got shoved into a locker for a few hours?

"It was fine." He lied.

"That's good to know." She smiled before turning back to her book. Diana Reid was his mother's name, she currently suffers from what Spencer soon learned was paranoid schizophrenia, he's taken her to the doctor a few times before, Diana has been prescribed some medicine, which at times Spencer had to almost force her to take, which was hard on him emotionally, and sometimes physically.

Not even feeling like eating, he trudged upstairs to drop his things off, and probably just go to bed, but not before he brushed his teeth and told his mother goodnight.

Afterward, he changed into some pajamas and laid down on his bed, pulling the covers over himself. As he lay there, he recalled the days events, and he couldn't help but feel that it will only get worse.

And tomorrow was only his second day.

(Spencer Reid!)

He walked up to the school, already afraid of what he might encounter. He planned to simply head straight to his classroom and not talk to anybody who wasn't an adult, or someone who could easily knock him out with one punch, which was pretty much most of the boys he saw. Ignoring the fresh bombardment of stares, he quickly walked on, rounding a corner, the door which lead to his destination was straight ahead, that is until one of the young men from yesterday stepped in front of him.

Spencer stopped in his tracks, looking up, the taller boy had displeased look on his face, but there were other people around, so if he tried to anything that would be painful, Spencer could only hope someone would intervene.

Instead, the bigger of the two glared daggers at the noticeably shaking boy, he spoke in a voice filled with hate and detest.

"Someone tattled on me and my friends yesterday, and I'd like to know who it was." He snarled, Spencer eyes widened, he didn't say anything to anybody, unlesss...

"It wouldn't be you, would it?" A horrible grin appeared on his face. "Since you're such a genius, you should know what happens to geniuses who tattle." He flashed his teeth, as he cracked his knuckles.

"No, I swear I didn't say a word." Spencer begged. He was telling the truth, but he didn't expect the teenager to believe him.

"Good." He growled in a low, dangerous tone. "'Cause when we find out who told on us, someone's gonna pay, and I mean real bad." He walked around the now trembling boy. Spencer was having trouble getting his legs to move at that point, he knew for a fact that he didn't tell anyone, but who did?

Of course. The janitor from last night, he must've said something, which explains that 'conversation' he just had a minute ago. Thanks to his actions, it would now cost Spencer his head, but not as long as those boys don't figure out who it was.

The bell rang, it finally got his feet to move. He went inside, seeing only a few other students having arrived before him. Once again, he took a seat toward the back and waited for the day to progress.

How much worse could it get?

Spencer was already dreading when lunch time came, and it was only his second day. Carrying his tray of food, he headed to one of the more secluded tables again, but his shoe landed on a piece of bubble gum, shaking his foot free, he resumed his walk until he made contact with something yellow and slippery on the floor, and before he knew it, he was sent flying backwards, landing hard on his back, food covered his face and clothes.

A banana peel carelessly tossed, or perhaps conveniently planted on the ground, the familiar sound of laughter filled the cafeteria, along with jeers, taunts and plain mean insults. He removed his glasses, wiping them clean with his dirty shirt. He then tried his best to wipe off his face, it wasn't easy when his sleeves were already covered with the same stuff.

Holding back tears, he got up and ran out, intending to reach the bathroom to wash up yet again. Tomorrow, he would be sure to bring a clean change of clothes.

He exited the facilities, the laughter in the cafeteria calmed down, but there was no way he was going back in there. He decided to go right back to the classroom and read a book while he waited, at least there he'd have some peace.

By the time the bell rang and the rooms all began to fill up, he was halfway through his second book. Classes resumed and the day went on. This time, he would avoid the lockers altogether and head straight out the doors when it was time to leave.

He gathered his stuff, which he decided to all keep with him from now on, rather than put it in his now empty locker and risk getting stuffed in it again. He was almost out, the doors with a green lit sign above it that read 'EXIT' just a few meters away, then a voice called him, it was female sounding.

"Hey, smarty pants!" He spun around and saw two young women, they flashed cheerful smiles at him, but he didn't want anything to do with them, he just wanted to leave and get home. But he also didn't want to seem rude, so he stood his ground to see what they wanted.

That was a mistake on his part, had he just continued on his way, he wouldn't have been grabbed by the arms, dropping stuff everywhere, and dragged down an empty hall. When they finally let him go, he snatched his things still on the floor, ran outside, not bothering to get in any of the waiting buses. He didn't want to have to sit near any of those older kids the whole ride home, however long it would take regarding additional stops beforehand. It was still daylight this time, he would be home much sooner than he was yesterday. Plus, he didn't really want anybody to know where he lived and find out about his sick mother, and end up in foster care, or worse yet, an orphanage.

Once he reached his front step, he angrily ripped the pink ponytail holder off of his hair and threw it on the ground. He sighed and shook his head, allowing his locks to reform back to their more carefree state.

He twisted the doorknob, only for it not to budge at all. He tried once more with no avail. It was then he saw the place was dark, very much the opposite of yesterday. He retrieved his key from his pocket and unlocked the door, slipping it back in before he stepped inside.

The house was a mess, items were knocked over and around various spots, others were on their side or upside down. Some were even broken.

His mother was having an episode, he could tell this much. But where was she?

Using his foot, he closed the door and headed for the stairs, a trail of clothes littered the steps. He went to his own room first to deposit his stuff, then he went over to where Diana's room was, the door was shut.

"Mom?" He asked carefully as he slowly opened the door. His mother was huddled in a corner on the floor, a blanket off of her bed wrapped around her as she rocked back and forth.

"Close the door Spencer." She spoke in a hushed voice. Her son did as he was told.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

Her eyes shifted around suspiciously. "The government is trying to watch us."

Spencer sighed, preparing himself for yet another event of the day. "You didn't take your medication, did you?"

To be continued...