Grell walked slowly down the sidewalk, the school behind him seemingly growing smaller and smaller with the more distance he covered. It had been another terrible day, one filled with taunts and harsh words. And even though he may have liked himself too much, and he may have seemed ever so proud, which he was, the words hurt. They were like someone clawing at his chest constantly, forever shouting in his ears. The only ones who really understood him were in the Orchestra Club, being taunted as well. It was never ending, and perhaps the only two that were rarely teased were William, who was in the same year as Grell, and Ronald, who was a freshman.
William only managed to get out of it because he was not attached to anyone. He never showed affection, he never showed any emotions at all. Not even to the childhood friend that he had known for years, the one that had fallen for him all those years ago. And then there was Ron who was always trying to get it with the ladies. Quite the womanizer already, he was the only one in the group that was not a sophomore. But, that was fine; Grell had taking a liking to tutoring the younger one so he could keep up with the rest of their group.
And then there was always Eric and Alan…Eric was always fine. It was Alan who was always teased, and Alan who often cracked from all of the stress. There had already been a few times this year that Eric had gotten into a fight with someone that made his boyfriend cry. He surprised everyone because, amazingly enough, he hadn't been expelled yet even after all of the people he has hounded on. Then again, he always had a valid reason to defend himself with.
The red-head didn't really have someone. He had his huge crush on William, but that was obviously going nowhere fast. There were people that stood to him, though. Like, for instance, there was a particular girl that was always staring at him. Her hair was bright red, along with everything else about her; her eyes, her nails, even her lipstick was bright red. But, she was always watching him. Even when he was picked on, she was there, but she did not raise a finger to help him. She was probably just like all of the others; what a shame it was, for such beauty to be wasted.
Why, why, why. Why was it always him? What was so bad about him? He could be nice sometimes…he had good looks. His personality was sort of cute even though he could be annoying. All in all, he wasn't a bad person. So why…why did everyone have to pick on him? Even that girl…the one who stood out, always dressed in that brilliant red. Was there no one in the school who was just like him? These questions raced through Grell's mind and the first few tears trailed down his face, leaving damp skin in their paths.
Sometimes, I just can't take it.
Why?