Hello, my name's Corbyn Besson. I'm heading to my usual lunch spot, which was a tree next to the auditorium. Where barely anyone could or would see me.

I sit alone for many reasons. Some of which are my own reasons and others being others choices.

I'm the school's resident feel-good ugly person. A skinny, scrawny, weak, and ugly kid everyone picks on to feel better. Worse, I came out to all of them in sixth grade. It's eighth grade right now and I'm bullied enough as is. (bean you've always looked good.)

So glad this is my last day here in this damned school. I'm moving to Texas (yes bitch) tommorrow. I'm having so much relief today.

No one has tr-"Found the fag's hidey hole. Should I say glory hole?" A sadly familiar voice shouts as I see him at the bottom of the tree.

It was none other than Daniel Seavey (don't kill me pls. i beg), my main bully and then his entourage of idiots some cackling at Daniel's joke.

I stay on the tree and climb higher. Daniel kicks the tree a bit, "Get down here ugly boy. Or you going stay up there like the dumb scared kitty twink you are?"

I clicked and anger came on me. I had my bag under me and I decided to purposely fall with my bag in front of me on to Daniel.

He didn't like that, I held my Swiss Army knife, blade out, when they all looked at me, Daniel standing.

 I yelled with my usually quiet voice, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You have no reason to do this. No one ever does! I'm leaving this school to Texas and I don't care if you guys want to slap me, tell me I'm ugly, punch me, or jump me but I'm going so good luck with finding another person to pick on. Go find some other way to feel better."

With that, I walked away closing my blade and going to wait for the last day to end.

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I was in my only great class, music. I was supposed to sing or rap an original so I got up and strummed my guitar.

Here goes something to end off my year here. I sung quietly into the mic they set up, "The day the world flips over."

I tear up as I continued singing. I placed part of my heart into this. I do that so much.

"My blood is running marathons for you" I finished as I stood up. I heard claps from the class, only three or four not clapping. I smiled and walked to my seat.

I sat down and my teacher says, "Thank you Corbyn. It's sad you'll be leaving."

I nodded slightly and just sat down. I saw someone with hair like noodles go up and listen as I wait for the bell to ring.

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I was at home packing up everything I needed for tomorrow. I made food for myself as my parents and sisters were out. I made something hardy and left some for my family.

I looked at my dad's weights and other easily portable workout equipment. I nodded to myself.

I'm not making the same mistake in Texas. I will never let that happen again.

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I was in the plane and was smiling as I looked out the window. Bye Los Angeles. Some of your schools are dumb but honestly, I can't complain about you.

I sigh and smile as Home Alone plays on the plane tv. I watched smiling at the boys traps and then turning to the book about space, I had.

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Hey, I'm Zach. I was making dinner with my mom, Myta. We were getting new neighbors so it was natural for us to make them food for the house.

We saw the moving truck and a taxi pull up as I took out the pie we made. It was apple.

I take the pie and my mother the curry she made. We had some extra recipes so we made something new. We went to the people moving in. My mom greeted the parents, "Hello, we have some food for you all. My name's Myta, we heard some people would be moving into the neighborhood."

I see a brown haired boy holding a guitar in while trying to take in a couch. I hand one of the girls who were with their parents the pie as they were eyeing it a lot.

I walk over to him and say, "Need help?"

He nodded not talking and I take part of the couch then we put it in the house next to the center beam.

I introduce myself, "My name is Zachary Dean Herron. Call me Zach."

He introduces himself, "Corbyn Matthew Besson. With a y."

I nodded and said, "You seem nice. So what school are you going to go to?"

He replied, "I think Dean Thomas high?"

I smiled, "That's my school. I'll show you around when you get there."

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this took forever to do. thank the gods, i actually did.

is it bad, good, meh, or honestly don't know? tell me.

peace ✌🏽