The mornings were the hardest Frank thought and rolled limply out of bed with a bang "Shit.." He put his hand to the back of his aching head, he hit it again, he did it every morning, it was a wake up. He pulled on his skinny jeans and D&D t-shirt and long sleezed jumper. Time for school. Crap. He'd made it to 3rd lesson without incceident, just the normal whispers and looks, but on the way to english he heard "Hey faggot!" And "Where you think your going cupcake?" He froze and yelped slightly as Bob grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to face them. "Hey twinkle toes" Bill sneered and shoved him back agenst some lockers, oww his head again, "How's our faverate gaylord doing to day? Been slitting your wrists enough?" His friends laughed, the bell rang. It reminded Frank of so many things. "Fuck many lads this weekend faggot?" Laughed Ray, more laughter. But they didn't know, hed been to his dads funeral this weekend, his dad had killed himself, he'd heard one of officers "The blood and brains will never come out the curtains". "Ay! You lot to class!" It was my english teacher, I went into class and sat at the back and put my head down. Today felt like the right type-a day to die.

Notes

Ill do one tomorrow.