Brandon's Pov:

I like school, I really do. Yet I feel like I am not wanted there. Well, I am not wanted anywhere. I have friends and I "know" that they care about me, well at least I think they do. Anyways the school I go to is England High School. It the most common public high school you will ever know, and everyone knows who everyone is. It is a small school, maybe about one thousand kids for freshman, sophomores, juniors, and seniors. Everyone still hangs out with there groups of friends, their "clicks" the problem is I don't think I am actually in any of them... I'm the loner...

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Brandon's Pov:

"Hunny, you are gonna be late for school if you don't start getting... Oh hi, hun." my mom screams up the stairs till I walk down them fully ready for school.

"Sorry hun, I didn't hear the shower going so I thought you were still asleep. But I actually made breakfast. I made french toast for us."

I love french toast and my mom knows that so every once in a while she will surprise me with french toast for all of us, "thank you mom, and I still have a solid half an hour until school starts." She smirks and kisses the top of my head before ruffling my hair up.

I playfully glare at her as she starts to chuckle. Then my dad walks in and I run into the kitchen. "Hey babe, I made french toast." I hear my mom state as I sit down at my seat at the dinner table."Why, for that homo of a son you have there." I hear the venom laced in my dad's voice, and I flinch.

I came out as gay to my parents about a month ago, and my dad fully hates me... and when mom ain't home... I think you can get the picture. I have a bruise across my chest that has been there for about a week... A junior in high school and I won't take my shirt off in the gym as all of the other boys... but then again there is this one man that is extremely hot. I get pulled out of my thoughts when my parents walk into the room and I look back down at the food and start eating. It was silent for a long time until I look down at my watch. I had ten minutes to get to school. I hurry up and finish my breakfast. I tell my mom I love her and I run out the door grabbing my backpack. Once out of the house I pull my hood over my face and pull my headphones over my ears.

I am a people watcher, I like watching what people do. Not in like a creepy way. Just observing. Because I don't have actual friends... I'm not really wanted anywhere...which is fun...I get into the schoolyard and I walk through the big school doors. Our school is actually fairly new, about 20 years old. I keep my head down and take off my hoodie, before making my way to my first class. Drama, advanced Drama. I love this class it is always so much fun...But remember I don't exist... to the other people around me. I'm just here.

The class went on as normal, a game that I sat in the corner "participating" then listened to my teacher ramble and. yea so much fun.

School is school. Its better than home yet, still almost the same. I get shoved around during class changes. I have no meat to me I'm practically just bone and skin... well that partially my fault I don't eat that much very often.

Gym class, I dread it so much. I get pushed around more in this class because the buffer boys always seem to see me. They love to push me around, almost as much as my dad does...

"There's the stick... the stupid little stick that no one notices." Alvin stated. I sign and turn around my P.E clothes on and now I was just looking for the opportunity to run to the gym to get away from them for a moment.

" The wimp has nothing to say?" Alvin taunts again.

" Someone that is standing in my way, picking on someone that is a wimp. Must be more of a wimp than me." I stand up taller and fake my confidence.

An 'oh' goes around Alvin's group and some laugh. Alvin looks at me and glares and starts towards me. I take my opportunity and move at the last second and book it towards the gym door only to be pinned against it.

"Wimp actually has something to say." He growls and punches me in the gut in the same place where my dad's bruise was and I actually screamed.

"Wow, I didn't even hit you that hard. lets Hit you again through each time harder." He does as he threatened and he punches me about five times, me screaming every time, also not being able to breathe.
As my visions start to go a little blurry. I feel someone rip Alvin off of me.

"What the heck is wrong with you Alvin. I knew you teased him but I will not let you physically hurt him. Heck if I ever see anyone of you talk to him again you are going to have to go through me." A voice states as I slid down the wall holding my gut and trying to breathe.

"Okay, okay. Guys lets get out of here." Alvin shudder and I vaguely see them run off.

"Hey, Brandon are you okay?" The voice asks and I try to get my eyes to focus, but I couldn't tell who it was.

"Um, who are you and why do you care... Sorry, that was really rude that is not what I meant, But why did you even stop... I mean no one cares about me so why did you stop them. Freak that hurts!" I rambling trying to stand, and fall back down as a huge spike of pain shoots through my body and I start to cry. And my vision continues to fade.

"Brandon, this is Matt, can you still hear me?"

"Dark its really...dark" I whisper as I start to slouch against the wall.the last thing I feel is Matt picking me up and carrying me somewhere...