It's been...a while since you moved into your older brother's house. Mother tried to contact you on Sunday. But it didn't go as she wanted it planned. Who was she to care about you? She hurt and at multiple points has managed to break more bones in your body through the brutal beatings you had to begrudgingly force yourself to stay awake through.

But...its best not to reminisce about the past, as nothing good comes out of the past. Maybe a small number of things but it's not at all positive.

Now arriving at your new school, it seems unbelievable that you back to this district of this prefecture.  Looking around your new homeroom for a desk to sit at, people eyed you with unknown attention; bleary, beady eyes peered into your unguarded soul with a strange intent.

 Approaching a random, unoccupied scratched brown desk at the back that nobody had bothered to snatch and waited with a book in hand waiting, as you sat on the desk chair seat,  for school to start. 

Small indentations on the classic and boring wooden desk had brought your eyes to attention as it seemed worn down with age. How long have these desks been here in this school? With that little question filtering through your mind, you lifted your head from the book in front of you and instead decided to inspect your surroundings. 

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 Your old school was a posh asswipe school; With its high school textbooks shoved down your throat and high rated teaching results from the board of education. That was evident to how shit this school was, the desks compared to your previous school seems like you took a trip down to the local dumpster.

To be honest, even though you loved it there...you had friends that supported you through what happened in your home life, with all the bullshit your mother would pull. But the teachers were absolute shit, they basically treated every and any student of theirs as an object. Although once a student submitted to some of those teachers, there would be no turning back; sleeping with them in the privacy of the school's teacher dorms, that is how nasty the school managed to become. 

 It's still a surprise that the school even had a good reputation.

"We have a new student today, her name is (l/n), (y/n)... (l/n) do you have anything to say?" Your homeroom teacher said, but you shook your head, it's better not to say anything. He sent you back to sit in your seat with body shuffling as quickly as humanly possible to divert the attention you were receiving to the teacher.

 A thought nuzzled itself within the small headspace of your mind and as you tapped your pen away on the desk you noticed the view outside of the classroom, you can make out the lush green scenery that spreads almost everywhere around the school.
The minutes ticked past and with the teachers constantly switching to their respective classrooms in order to 

It's probably because all your teachers basically know what your old school was because it was one of the highest-ranked schools in most areas, somehow- you have no idea.

When lunch rolled around, you were basically thankful that time decided to hurry the fuck up and not drag its ass on the ground.
You bent over and grabbed your backpack from under the desk, then walked out of the classroom in a hurry.

Walking the hallways, you finally found the exit to the outdoors area. It probably took around ten or eleven minutes to find it.
At least you had only 48 minutes to yourself before you had to hurry back to that unsettling classroom, where you swear that some of the guys are undressing you with their eyes because they just want to get a blowjob.

So you found a tree to sit down at, then opened your bento; Inside it was two rice balls, chocolate, and shrimp in a small box- well it's time to be healthy for you today.

Debating on either eating the rice balls or shrimp first, you go for the shrimp. At least your brother remembered to put spicy curry sauce on the shrimp whilst ignoring all the noise in the playground behind the tree your sitting at.

You felt as if you were being watched- how lovely huh?- Taking off your blazer, whilst staring at your arms, then glancing to several areas around you to tell if someone is actually watching you- I mean if their boys you could always kick them where the sunshine doesn't reach to.

Then turning back around to three boys in front of you.

"What do you want?" You asked staring at the middle one with crimson red eyes and the familiar ash-blonde hair.

Where have I seen this guy before?