Once he got through science, the only subject he liked-other than band of course- it seemed to fly by. Sadly he had math after, and band was only tomorrow. He went to math and put his hood on. He walked to the back and sat down in his seat. He felt everyone else's eyes burning holes in him, slowly cracking his heart all the while.
He looked down, his sky blue eyes not looking up. Will pulled out his notebook and started working on the Do Now. Once he was done, he, sadly had to be good at math. The guy sitting next to him-who thought he was 'going through a phase'.-Yeah, right-practically screamed in his ear, "hey, stupid! (Which will thought was ironic since the bully was asking for answers from him) What's the answer?"
"Fi-fifty." Will said, as quiet as a mouse.
"What's that, FAG?" I couldn't hear you!" "Fifty!" Will said much louder. The bully sneered and scribbled down the answer.
Once Will had gotten through the torture of math class-they had been learning about algebra-they dismissed for the day. He grabbed his coat from his locker and ran, ran for his life-well, not really-just hoping that he wouldn't receive pain or anything like that.
Will didn't have such luck, however.
Please don't kill me, I am going to post a much longer chapter after this and I know this is really short so yeah. Thanks.