Seto's POV
I stare at my ceiling unaware of anything in life.

I should move, get up, go live, but why? What's out there for me, other than an abusive father and alcoholic mother? Oh and the wonderful bullies.

I finally pull myself out of bed and go to my dresser and pull out a plain black shirt and black skinny jeans.

I go over to my closet and pull out one of my purple cloaks and my white headband. I go and look at myself in the mirror and try fixing the headband so it at least keeps the hair out of my eyes.

I sigh and began messing with my cloak. I pull it around my neck and clip it so it stays then pull the hood up. My regular attire great.

I pick up my book bag and climb up the stairs, quietly trying to make as little noise as possible.

I go into the kitchen to see my mother, passed out on the table a bottle of vodka in her pale hands.

I look at her, disgusted to even be related to her, not that I'm any better than her.

I'm too skinny for my age, and I hate the way I look my crappie brown eyes, and my pale skin. I'm ugly and I know it.

I grab my phone and plug my headphones in.

I'm about to leave when I hear my dad yell "Seto you piece of shit, where are you!?" I sigh and drop my bag, with my phone on top of it.

I go out into the hallway, to see my dad standing at the top of the stairs "Yes?" I ask bluntly, he stares at me a frown on his face "Well you look ready to go somewhere, where the fuck do you think you're going huh!?" he's stumbling and his words are slurred...he's drunk again.

"I'm going to school" I answer. He stares at me longer "You think you're so much damn better than me huh you piece of shit?!" he begins to stumble down the poorly, built stairs "cause you go to fucking school and get a worthless piece of shit paper that says you graduated, well your still a faggot and no one will care about your stupid piece of paper!"

I stare at him, the words hit me, but I'm numb, I already know all this and frankly I couldn't care less.

"OK can I go now?" I ask, my dad had made his way downstairs and stood in front of me, he leans forward so close to where I can smell the alcohol in his breath. "Yeah go to your faggot school, and go be some fuckboy, who likes cock up his ass!" (A/N sorry for vulgar language) I ignore his comments and began to head to the door.

I get struck in the back of the head, my eyes water struggling to fight off tears. I can't brace for the impact that comes, he kicks me in the stomach, knocking the air out of me.

I curl up into the fetal position as tears flow from my eyes. My dad spits on me "Faggot" he says under his breath.

He leaves and I lay there for a good minute before I get up. I walk to the door and grab my bag and phone.

I walk out into the cold world, I let out a deep breath seeing my breath hang in the air.

I walk to the bus stop, again I drop my bag and phone, and wait.

Soon I hear the same sound I always do the stomping of their boots and the sound of their laughter.

I turn to face them its Drew and his pathetic followers, I take a deep breath as they walk towards me. One of Drew's followers elbows him and points to me, he just smirks "Well, well, well the faggot came out on his own to play"

I sigh and wait, but he stops and stares at me "Have you been crying?" I don't cry often, I don't deserve to, so when he ask this I know I must have red eyes.

The rest of his followers start laughing at me "Do you have to point it out? Why not just beat the shit out of me already?" I say with a very monotone voice.

Drew looks embarrassed, he walk up to me and pulls his fist back, I close my eyes and wait.

I walk into the school building, everyone staring at me as I go by. People are whispering behind their hands, I don't notice them I just walk into the nearest bathroom.

I stare at myself in the mirror, my lip is busted, my eye is black, I have bruises on my face, along with cuts. I lift up my shirt to see bruises all around my chest. My shirt is partially ripped and so is my cloak.

I sigh and grab my bag, I pull off my T-shirt and cloak and stuff them in my bag. I pull out the extra shirt and cloak I have in there. I'm about to pull the shirt on, when the door opens, in comes Brice, one of the most popular guys, he has ocean blue eyes and blonde hair, that can defy gravity.

He's talking to one of his friends as he walks in, so he doesn't notice me at first. When he does he looks a bit shocked "Oh sorry dude, didn't realize you were in here" he says in his thick Australian accent. I shrug and finish pulling the shirt over my head. I fasten my cloak and grab my bag, ignoring Brice on the way out.

I walk to my first period class...late. As I walk in the teacher stares at me, I ignore her and go to my seat "Seto, what happened to you?" I look up at her "I was born I guess, anymore questions?" she stares at me a little longer, then turns her attention back towards the rest of the class.

That's how it always went, there was always at least one teacher with a good heart, but never could get through the walls I had built around myself.

I look around at the other kids, I stare at them till they look away.

I stare straight ahead the rest of class. Our teacher continues to remind us that its almost winter break, and to keep our grades up.

I sigh, I have the highest GPA in this school, as long as I don't slack off on my homework I would be fine.

I trudge through the day, getting new bruises as the day goes on.

Welcome to the Fabulous life of
Seto Loral.

A/N Welcome to a new Fanfic!!
Hope you enjoy it everyone
Anyways keep on hacking and I'll meet you there!