CHAPTER 1

"HARRY GET UP!! YOUR GOING TO BE LATE!!" My mother yells up to wake me up.

Today is the day I go back to school! Yay! Not. I may be a nerd but, I don't like the bullies.

I get into my school clothes and go into the bathroom. I gel my hair back and put my huge glasses on. I walk downstairs and kiss my mother's cheek.

"Mum! I am going to be late so, could you drop me off my lunch?" I ask and grab and apple.

"Sure thing darling. Have fun at school I will see you when I get home." My mother says as she kisses my forehead.

"Okay good bye ma." I walk out of the house and down to the bus stop. Crap my favorite 3 bullies. Yay. Hence the sarcasm.

"MARCEL THE FAGGOT!" One of my 3 bullies named Rick says.

"My name is Harry." I say.

"I don't care. Get ready for a fun filled year Marcel." Rick says using my dumb nickname. How they got it do you ask? Well there was a nerd before me but, he couldn't handle the bullying so he moved continents. That's right he lives in British Columbia, Canada.

"Please leave me alone." I say quietly.

"Hell no your too much fun to mess with." He say and the bus comes.

I go to get on the bus and Rick pushes me into the bus and Zayn and Drake each take a turn punching me. I cough and lean against the bus for support.

"Hey kid do you need help?" An angelic voice speaks as I hold my gut.

"I'm fine." i mumble.

"Here let me help you onto the bus." The voice says walking up to me and putting an arm around my waist and I put my arm around his shoulder.

I waddle onto the bus and into my front seat.

"Take it easy there Marcel." The bus driver says and I nod my head and don't look up. I wonder who he is.. I haven't heard him around here before.

I wait on the bus and look out the window until it pulls up to the school. I wait for everyone to get off the bus so, I can avoid morning bullying and then stand up. I walk off the bus, but I was stopped. I look up at who stopped me and it was.. The bus driver? But, he was good looking? Since when did we get a new bus driver?

"Hey Marcel.. Don't let those guys treat you like that." He beautiful blue eyes and angelic voice makes me feel a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"It's Harry." I mumble.

"Huh?" He asks.

"My name.. It's Harry." I say.

"Why do they call you Marcel then?" the man asks.

"It's a long story." I say looking at my feet.

"Well Harry, my name is Louis, I will be your bus driver for the year.When ever you have time I would love to hear your long story. Now run along before the bell rings. Wouldn't want to be late on the first day back to school." Louis says exagerating 'long' and I nod and go around him.

Louis.. I like that name.

I get off the bus and enter the school doors and into the lobby. I don't know why but I have always loved the smell of our school. I take a deep breath before continuing. When I get to my grades hallway I am pushed and shoved around until I finally make it to my locker. I open the locker and it is slammed back onto my hand. I yelp out in pain and look up at who did it. Zayn.

"Wh-What do you want?" I stutter from the searing pain coming from my left hand.

"Hey faggot! I want you to know that this year. Our final year. Will be the big finale." Zayn chuckles darkly walking away. I whimper and open my locker. I inspect my hand and feel myself go pale. Where the locker slammed onto it is slightly flatter then the rest of my hand and is now a mix of purples, blues and blacks. I can't move my fingers. Most likely from the inflammation and throbbing of the tissue around them and due to the fact it hurts! I try to place a book in them and it falls out of my hand completely. I hold back a cry of pain and use my right hand to hold everything. I manage to lock my locker and I walk down the hall to the nurses room. Hopefully she has something to bandage this.

I walk into the room to be met with our school nurse.

"Hey Nancy," I say taking a seat on the all to familiar hospital bed.

"Hey Harry what's up this time?" Nancy asks.

"My hand, A bully smashed the locker on it." I mumble and show her my hand.

"Harry! You have to go to the hospital for this!" Nurse Nancy says as she inspects my hand delicately.

"I know, I know but, I can't and you know that. If I get the bullies in trouble they will hurt me more." I explain to her for the 100th time.

"Ugh. When are you going to tell me who these bullies are?" Nurse Nancy asks.

"End of the year Nancy." I say and she sighs.

"Fine. Lets put your hand in one of our molds." Nurse Nancy says as she puts a 6 inch wide strip of the soft mold in. She lays it going up my arm and wrapped around my thumb. As it cools it hardens and then she wraps it in a plain ordinary wrap. i thank her and walk to my first class.

Well that was a great way to start the year.