*Virgil's POV*

I walked down the halls of this rotting hole, looking down at the ground as I kept my head low. I watched everyone race down the hall to and from their classes, like rats in a prison. Oh wait, we are in a prison called Crofters high.

Some kid shoved into me not paying attention to where he was going because he was gasp looking at his phone!? Never would have guessed.

I grunted, but said nothing else to the distracted person. The turned to glare at me as if I was the one who steamrolled them over, as I rolled my eyes, sneering at them.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, hissing lightly.

They scoffed, before turning around and walking away, not giving me a response.

"Typical." I mumbled, before heading to my locker.

'Today has just been terrific." I thought to myself, as I sighed internally as I looked around quickly.

I rapped my fingers on my binder through my sleeve to muffle to one of my favorite songs with a good upbeat in the background.

Bap
Tap
Bap bap
Tap
Ba
Baruummp (that's a roll)
Bap
Tap
Boom
Bap bap

I continued the rhythm, rapping my fingers in my locker as I looked inside, grabbing my next classes book from the bottom, before shutting and coming face to face with a bully. I sighed, now knowing that I was probably going to be late for class.

"Hey Anx, how is our favorite faggot emo today? Does the gay boy have my money?" The bigger bully said, as he's more strength than wit, and the opposite can go for the scrawny boy behind him, leeching off of the bigger bully for protection in return for enslavement.

"First off, I am not a faggot...." I started, before I was interrupted, like an annoying brat who had to get a word in.

"Then how come you dress like one? Ha ha!" He laughed at his own joke, as the burly one elbowed the runt in the side, causing him to laugh along too.

"Second off, no. If you want money, go join a circus. I'm sure they'll give you tons for how stupid you are." I said, my snide remark creating a spark of anger in the bully.

"Did you have your mom put on your makeup, Mama's boy?" He asked, as he smirked, chuckling.

"No, but it does look ten times better than your normal face. And unfortunately for you, if you wanted to borrow some of mine to make your ugly face look better, I'm sorry to tell you that my makeup can't do miracles. Your face will just always look that ugly." I retorted, as his face turned bright red to the point where if smoke would have come out if his ears, I wouldn't have been suprised.

"What did you say about my face?" He asked, grabbing me by the hoodie as he lifted me up in the air.

"Wow, it's even more ugly from up here. I didn't know that was possible." I said, as he glared, his eyes burning with a desire to kill me, as he punched me square in the face, making me slam my head into the lockers.

'I'm going to feel that one in the morning.' I thought, as I felt my vision go black for a minute, the only thing I could focus on was how the stars danced across my eyesight as I felt a horrible pain shoot up my nose, a weird liquid running down my face.

When the stars went away, I saw that the bullies were up against the wall on the floor, the big man with a black eye and the scrawny one with a split lip.

'Daaaaaannng! They got totalled." Was my first thought, as I rubbed my head, wincing.

"Hey, are you ok?" A hazy boy asked me, and I had to convince myself that it was the hit to my head that made the voice sound so worried.

"Just perfect." I mumbled, as I wiped my nose only to see blood.

He broke my nose!

"Do you need help getting up?" He asked, a small, comforting, genuine smile on his face. I didn't even know that people like this still existed. I looked around more as my vision got better, seeing that a boy in a red shirt just popped up around the corner, expecting a fight.

"Huh." Was all he said, sounding disappointed.

I was about to respond to the offer to help me up when I heard the evil click clacking down the hall, as I sighed.

"Faaaan-freaking-tastic!" I thought, as I looked up to see the warden of this prison staring at the scene.

"What on God's green earth happened here? Detention, all of you." She said, as she turned away from the sight of blood.

Just then, a dude with headphones turned the corner, as he opened his eyes to see what happened, his humming coming to a stop, before he tried to hightail it out of there. But the wicked witch of the west sees everything.

"You too, young man! For that awful humming!" She screeched, before she left, her heals clicking on the tile.

Man, I'm really going to be late for my next class.
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Greetings!

This one was a bit longer, and I spent more time trying to learn how to type sarcasm than typing itself.

Please tell me if I did a good job on him, cause sarcasm is actually really hard for me to write....

Anyway, hope you liked it.

Bye!
Love, ducky.