Hey yall! I'm, like, REALLY tired, sorry lol I just didn't sleep well, was making jewelry for one of my 'friends'- (XD I say 'friends' because turns out we both like each other but ANYWAY)
Okay my lil sweet possibly anorexic(hope you're not 3) oranges lets gooo :3
Nico sighed, sitting down in a chair.
He didn't know why he was here, in this office that smelled like toilet cleaner in the chair next to the girl who had just probably broken his nose after verbally attacking his entire community.
After a long time of angry silence in an uncomfortable chair and feeling like he would pass out, the principal called him over, into a smaller, worse-smelling room. There was a desk with two chairs, one on one side and the second on another side.
He sat in the chair, looking directly into the principal's eyes.
"Now, Emma."
The name stung like hell.
He ignored it.
"Yes." Nico said blankly.
It had went horribly. Nico had detention for 3 months.
Everything felt so terribly wrong. Nico sighed, and rolled over in his bed. He hated this body he was in, not just for being feminine, but for being just wrong. He hated his family. He hated this whole place. Everything was just insane. His mom was never around, and his dad was dead. His sister had a boyfriend, she didn't need Nico.
Nobody needed him.
Ha, what was new?
Nico sighed, getting off his bed and going to where the edge of it would hold his feet down and took off his choker necklaces. He did a few sit ups. Easier than he remembered. After about forty, he was panting.
Shouldn't he be more in shape? Maybe this was because he'd ate so much today.
Oh, who was he kidding? He'd eaten half a meal today. He had no idea why he was like this.
Shut up, head. Weren't you the one who wanted me to lose weight?
And that's what you'll do, Nico.
He sighed, and switched to pushups. After a few he just pathetically laid on the floor, his face still blank. He hated himself and had no idea why. It hurt. Every day, he still set of hyperventilating or crying just because his parents used to hit him.
Disgusting, wasn't it?
Nico hated this.
He sighed, getting up. Oh. Journaling. He should do that. Nico picked up his journal and a pen, stupidly fumbling it. He opened it to the next blank page and started writing. But Nico had no idea what to write, so he just set off with poetry.
Wondering
Wandering
Why this is all I knew
It's all so new
Start again, start again
What would I gain
It's not just me
Who can see
It's everybody
That thinks you're ugly
When you hurt us to make your money
Strewn on the wind
My empty mind will rescind
Ugh, stupid, stupid, stupid.
He hated this. Why couldn't he just be normal and *not* do that?
Next day at school, he sat in third hour, gazing in the general direction of Will Solace. Pretty. Wait what-
Hey guys! Hope you liked it, sorry for shortness but u ain't getting it any longer!