Warning : Sexual harassment, bullying and inappropriate comments. Please do NOT read if you're not comfortable with such.

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AS SOON AS CLASS WAS OVER, Finn hurried towards his locker to put away his books. Naturally everyone was out in the hallways, increasing the chance of him being stared at.

Just when it couldn't get any worse, he felt someone hit his shoulder. He thought it was an accident, but turned out it wasn't.

"Oh, look at that ! It's the famous director everybody hates. What a creep." A boy around his age commented.

If only they all knew the truth.

"Do you think you can be in a movie for us ? We'll film it, and you'll be the star. And when we're done, we'll post it on PornHub." The boy stated. Another boy stopped and began to smirk.

"Yeah, you just need to shake that ass a little."

He gave them a death glare, turning around to close his locker.

"Hey ! Look at me when I talk to you." He yelled. Finn shook his head, picked up his book for the next class and walked away.

"We're not done yet ! You still didn't give me an answer !"

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The next class began quicker than Finn thought. To his dismay, the boy who had bothered him earlier was in the same class. Turned out his name was Trevor.

"Welcome to our school, Finn. You're just in time for the talent show, which I think you would love signing up to. Maybe you can surprise us with your talent." The teacher spoke kindly. Finn gave him a small smile before he heard Trevor muttering something.

"Not like he has any talent. He's just good at watching his best friend being raped and probably masturbating."

Everyone laughed at that, for some reason. The boy felt like he wanted earth to swallow him whole.

"Mister Wilson, please. Anyway, let's begin our lesson for today."

Despite the teacher's tries to stop the students from talking while he was explaining his calculus lesson, they still found a way to bother the boy by sending him small papers full of creepy comments.

You have a nice ass.

I want to fuck you.

Nice mouth.

He just wanted to cry out, go home and tell Nawal that he didn't want to go to school anymore.

But he couldn't do that. After all, she was just trying to help him. The last thing he wanted was to have her disappointed at him because he couldn't survive his first day of school.

But it was just SO hard to bare.

Then it hit him.

He coud do what the teacher had just said.

He could always sign up for the talent show.

He would get people to like him- or at least tolerate his existence. They only saw what was on the internet, and didn't bother to find out the truth for themselves. But he couldn't blame them.

At that moment, he had to forget what they were saying about him, and focus on his talent show.

But what was he going to do exactly ?

He thought for a moment, before the idea crossed his mind.

He was going to sing.

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