I'm Just A Normal Teenager

He was just staring at me until he snapped out of his gaze and awkwardly walked to the back of the bus. I sat in any seat and looked back to ask him what his deal was when he suddenly turned to me and just as quickly turned back. I felt my cheeks going a dark crimson colour. I jumped off the bus hoping to avoid contact with him, but soon found him at my side apologizing. "Hey I'm Gerard and sorry for what happened before." he said "I'm Frank and its fine, I get it a lot." I explained. We talked for a few more minutes when we heard the bell ring for first period. I scuffed my feet to class to try and dodge all of the new kid bull shit.

I got to class just as the roll was being called. I walked into the drama room and the teacher instructed me to stand at the front of the class and introduce myself. I start introducing myself but stop when I hear someone yelling "emo faggot". I hear the teacher curse under her breath. "Just sit down Frank." "Yes miss." I say. Once I find a seat next to a girl that looks like she won't judge me for what I wear.

I sit down and she saves me the need to introduce myself. "Frank, I know, and don't worry about what those idiots at the front say. They just try to make everyone's lives miserable." "Why do they even do that, that's horrible?" I ask "I know" she says, "they only do it to make them feel better about themselves."
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I threw my jacket on the hook and ran upstairs. I opened the door to my bedroom and screamed a little when I saw my dad standing at the foot of my bed. I ran to the other side of the room and into my closet, locking the door behind me. I was desperately trying to avoid him knowing that I was going to be beaten for being home late. "Get out here you little fucker, or ill get you myself." he exclaimed. He started pounding down the door and every time he hit it, it would move slightly even though I had locked it.

He kicked down the door and pulled me to the ground in front of him. I squirmed trying to be released from his grip. He started punching me in the stomach and scratching at my throat. I wriggled out of his grip and bolted down into the living room. I flung the front door open and ran outside. It felt like hours that id been sprinting until I heard his voice several metres back and tried to run faster. "Fucking hell you better stop running" he started "I'll smash your face in if you dont." "Leave me alone!" I said while slowing down my running "Why are you even doing this, look I know you're drunk and high as fuck, but that is no excuse to beat your child!" I explained.
Fuck, now I'm acting like I'm his mother.

Notes

Well today my friend punched me in the boob, face and she kicked me up the ass so that kinda inspired the last paragraph. Sorry about the last paragraph while we are on the subject, i didnt know how to end it so i kinda just did that. And also sorry if what i wrote in this chapter didnt match up to what i wrote in the last one but anyway...i hope you guys are liking it. :))