When I woke again, I was already thirty minutes late. I rushed to brush my teeth, and gel my hair. Once I was ready, my mother had left already and I had to walk because I would never, EVER, ride the bus. Apon arriving at school, I was sweating and a mess. The bell had just rung so I was officially late. The rest of the day was, well, hell. Second period, I was the victim of a few spit balls, very old fashion. Third and fourth period I got extra homework for forgetting my books. At lunch, I had no money for lunch. Then gym, the constant teasing and name calling. I prayed they would just kill me. I had to sit out because track and asthma don't mix so every time anyone would pass me they'd call me some name. Finally I got home and crashed on my bed, after four hours of homework.

Louis POV
I noticed a familiar face on the bus to school, except last time I saw the friendly nerd who gave me a ride from the rain, his face wasn't bruised. I thought nothing of it until someone threw crumpled paper at his head. I felt like I should say something but knew I probably shouldn't. I just sat there and ignored it. When I got to school I felt like should have talked to that kid that gave me a ride, each time I saw him he looked so sad, so dead.

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