Chase's P.O.V.

I hate mornings. I hate them—I hate them— I hate them! Mainly because of one thing. I had to go school.

I hate school. It's not the work I hate, no, it's not the teachers, the staff, no. It's the kids. It's the kids!

They have no reason to push me down, hit me, call me spoiled, make fun of me. Is it because of the Prince? Shouldn't they respect me then? But why? Why me?

Everyday I come back with a new cut. I come back crying. I come back in pain. My parents, Chara and Frisk, also hate the fact that I'm being bullied. They keep coming to the schools, telling the teachers, but they don't do anything about it. Ha...haha...

That was until my parents told them if they do not do something about it, the school will be out-of-commission and will be demolished. So they could have space for a school that WILL handle bullying.

The principle was scared. I wouldn't say it was a threat, I'd say it's a warning. The principle told the teachers that if they do not handle bullying when seen, they will be fired and replaced. So then, the teachers started to act! Finally!

I had hope too soon. Way too soon. Coming...let's say it was on a Wednesday. Because Wednesday is early day, we have recess at the end of the day, waiting for our parents to come and take us.

Let's say, we've been out an hour early, cause we finished our work. Okay?

Let's say, it's been approximately 30 minutes. Me, being in 3rd grade, my sister in middle school, and my two half brothers, one being in 5th grade, and one in
high-school .

During that 30 minutes, I was hanging out with a boy, whom has fox ears, a fox tail, tan-dark skin, green eyes, nice clothes, normal shoes—don't ask me why I observe what he looks like a lot.

We hang out next to the tree. We just talk and talk. I may be a grey Lynx and him be a red fox, but we still are good friends. My mom has told me, being bad, you get the Feline Curse. Which is what my mom has. However, because I was born with it, has it not been obtained, that I do not have this curse of having to have a certain amount of friends to survive. Thank god I don't cause I'd be dead by now.

My dad said when you're too good, that you will get the Canine Curse. Which is to kill something once a day or you will die. Dr. Alphys helped my dad by giving him something, so he won't have to kill every night, but at least once a week. My sister is like my dad, with three wolf tails and two wolf ears, peach color, purple eyes, and that's mainly it. But, again, because she was born with it and it was not obtained, she does not have the Canine Curse.

But a fox? What Curse is that? What did he do to get this Curse? I keep asking and asking, he won't answer. His name is Jackson, I call him Jack. But when I'm having a good time, some kid has to mess it up.

My bully, let's just call him Hank to hide identity, had came over and forced his hand in my face, as the back of my head hit the tree. That really hurt, so I'd started to cry. Jack was there, growling at Hank while trying to comfort me. The teachers saw and scolded him, saying if he did it again, they'd call his mom.

He didn't say anything and then they left. But he started to call me Crybaby. And the class follows, so not only am I in pain, but embarrassed. Jack was still trying to comfort me.

But at that time....

I Hit My Breaking Point

I had stood up, wiping my face and laughing. I laughed and laughed, I didn't know what was so funny, but I kept laughing. Because my reaction wasn't what they were looking for, they stopped calling me that. They looked confused. They looked unsatisfied. The bully took a step forward. He wanted me to cry! To fall! To tell "stop!"...I wasn't gonna do that. Something snapped inside of me, saying "make sure he doesn't bully you again. Hank or the class."

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I said, "You seem to replace your brain with your heart. You take things so hard and then you fall apart. You try to explain, but before you can start, those cry baby tears come out of the dark."

Hank stopped walking, now the class and him were very confused.

"Someone's turning the handle to that faucet in your eyes. They're pouring out where everyone can see.Your heart's too big for your body, it's why you won't fit inside. They're pouring out where everyone can see."

Jack had already been concerned. He thought I was having an emotional break down. Ha. Would I?

"They call you cry baby, cry baby.
But you don't fucking care!
Cry baby, cry baby, so you laugh through your tears. Cry baby, cry baby, 'Cause you don't fucking care. Tears fall to the ground, You just let them drop."

I said, holding my head as I repeated to myself, "You just let them drop..." and once again repeated, "Cry baby, cry baby"

Jack and the class, along with Hank knew I was talking about myself. I was expressing the pain I felt, but putting in in their direction, so they could think how they'd feel if this is what's happening to them. But because of my swearing, the teachers had caught on and called my parents.

"You're all on your own and you've lost all your friends. You told yourself that it's not you, it's them. You're one of a kind and no one understands.  But those cry baby tears, keep coming back again. Someone's turning the handle to that faucet in your eyes.
They're pouring out where everyone can see. Your heart's too big for your body, it's where your feelings hide. They're pouring out where everyone can see."

At this point of time, nobody has said anything. Nothing at all. Funny how that works. One second they were laughing, and another, they were quiet.

"They call you cry baby, cry baby.
But you don't fucking care. Cry baby, cry baby. So you laugh through your tears. Cry baby, cry baby. 'Cause you don't fucking care. Tears fall to the ground, you just let them drop."

"Cry baby, cry baby, you just let them drop. Cry baby, cry baby,
you just let them drop."

I look at Jack, and point at him so he knows I'm talking to him.

"I look at you and I see myself. And I know you better than anyone else. And I have the same faucet in my eyes. So your tears are mine" I Say, Jack doesn't say anything, but seemed a bit surprised for me to call him out like that.

"They call me cry baby, cry baby,
but I don't fucking care.
Cry baby, cry baby. How I laugh through my tears. Cry baby, cry baby. 'Cause I don't fucking care.
Tears fall to the ground, I just let them drop. Cry baby, cry baby.
I just let them drop. Cry baby, cry baby. You just let them drop.
They call you cry baby, cry baby.
I just let them drop. Cry baby, cry baby.You just let them drop."

I said, finishing, as my parents drove up. They had signed me out and took me home. Of course I got a scolding from my dad, which means punishment. But I feel more...comfortable. I feel happy. I feel....I don't know what I feel. I just hope they understand what I'm feeling. I just hope they stop.

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Guys, after this chapter, the story will get more interesting. So get ready for that. -Wolf