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Ice2365
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Original poster
Michael Razzano sat in his room contemplating his recent actions. It was the first day of school as a Freshman in high school and Michael had got into a fight with three senior guys. Of course, Michael was not fully at fault. The seniors had bumped into him making Michael drop his stuff in which Michael glared at them telling them to "pick it up." The seniors' then started to harass Harry by pushing him against a locker yelling at Michael.
"Freshmen can't tell Seniors what to do fucktard!" Michael vividly remembered a senior yelling. After all, who says "fuckwad?"
Michael felt scared and threatened, so he threw a punch at one of the guys. In seconds they were all trying to hit Michael; however, Michael's boxing training came in handy as he was able to endure the punches and dish them back even harder. They stood no chance. One senior was knocked out when the teachers finally broke up the fight.
Yet, nobody believed him. Not the principal...his class. They never did. The way he dressed, looked, and the aura he gave off all meant bad news. "This is why I don't have friends..." Michael lamented. He placed his hands on his head and violently ruffled his hair making it stand up on ends. Michael yelled out in a distressed tone. He wasn't happy.
Michael had refused to go to school for the fear that he would be hated and others would be afraid of him He sighed and opened the window to let the night air into his room. Looking outside. Beneath Harry, on the porch, was his cousin, Vinny, his caretaker. Vinny was smoking a cigarette.
"Yo..." Vinny said. "Going to school tomorrow?" Vinny asked raising his voice a little in volume so Harry could hear.
"..." Michael did not reply and simply closed the window. He sighed and walked over to his computer to check his e-mail. He automatically deleted a message titled "You need to come back" from his homeroom teacher. She had been trying to convince him to show up at school. Michael was impressed that she cared so much though. She wanted him back and even had the nerve to come to the house and ask him to come to school the next day. Of course, Michael glared and slammed the door in her face, since, well the only way she would care about him is if he did not come to school.
"Freshmen can't tell Seniors what to do fucktard!" Michael vividly remembered a senior yelling. After all, who says "fuckwad?"
Michael felt scared and threatened, so he threw a punch at one of the guys. In seconds they were all trying to hit Michael; however, Michael's boxing training came in handy as he was able to endure the punches and dish them back even harder. They stood no chance. One senior was knocked out when the teachers finally broke up the fight.
Yet, nobody believed him. Not the principal...his class. They never did. The way he dressed, looked, and the aura he gave off all meant bad news. "This is why I don't have friends..." Michael lamented. He placed his hands on his head and violently ruffled his hair making it stand up on ends. Michael yelled out in a distressed tone. He wasn't happy.
Michael had refused to go to school for the fear that he would be hated and others would be afraid of him He sighed and opened the window to let the night air into his room. Looking outside. Beneath Harry, on the porch, was his cousin, Vinny, his caretaker. Vinny was smoking a cigarette.
"Yo..." Vinny said. "Going to school tomorrow?" Vinny asked raising his voice a little in volume so Harry could hear.
"..." Michael did not reply and simply closed the window. He sighed and walked over to his computer to check his e-mail. He automatically deleted a message titled "You need to come back" from his homeroom teacher. She had been trying to convince him to show up at school. Michael was impressed that she cared so much though. She wanted him back and even had the nerve to come to the house and ask him to come to school the next day. Of course, Michael glared and slammed the door in her face, since, well the only way she would care about him is if he did not come to school.