But being here in school let me remember it again. Sigh. Ugh, if I just friends around my age who I can talk to. But because of my charade on the first day I never have the chance to get some friends. They avoid me like I have a plague or something. There are others who takes notice of me but they never approach me. It seems that I bound to be alone for the rest of my pathetic life. How sad...

But before I begun to drown on my own depressing thoughts a loud bang startle me. Glancing around, I notice that the hallways are completely empty. It seems that the bell already chimed and I'm already late to my next class. Then I heard it again, as I search where the noises coming from I came face to face with the scene I never think I would experience seeing.


In the end of the hallway five teenage boys are beating a small boy. And it seems that they were beating him for a while now base on the cuts and bruises that the boy have. I've seen movies and documentaries about bullying and I even read about it but I never imagined my self seeing it in person.

"Hey, stop!" I hollered loudly, while I quickened my steps.

They suddenly stop, and turn to look at me. The guy who is bigger in the group raise his brow at me. He is not participating in the bullying, but he is just standing there not helping the pitiful boy. This other boy who has a big muscles that somewhat belong to the football team snigger at me. And the others just do the same.


"Oh, another twink eh. It seems that your boyfriend is here to save you, faggot!" He sneered, then the other boys laugh loudly. I felt my left eye twitch. Definitely not a good sign. As they continue laughing and called me degrading names. I study the boy in the floor, it seems that he fainted. Without giving them any attention I crouch down in front of the boy and felt his pulse around his neck. I feel a steady rhythm and I felt somewhat relax but I feel someone's presence behind me. Before his fist touch my skin I suddenly grab it and twist it hard dislocating his wrist. Then the guy suddenly scream loudly.

"The fuck!! Ugh... My hand!! You bastard!! You broke it!" The one who have a blonde hair shouted, while he cradle his broken hands. He must be the one who's in my back a while ago. Tch.. Wrong move.. The other guys become agitated, while they eyed me with disgust and contempt. Then like any other stupid person they jump at me.


The three of them attacked me at the same time. One of them, who is watching silently a minute ago is still standing at the same place, with no care at all. They throw a lot of punches the other even let out a powerful kick. But I maneuvered my self, completely avoiding their attacks. And god, it seems that stunt pissed of the blonde dude. His face contorted with fury and his hand shook a little then he shove his entire body to me but of course I get out of the way swiftly making him missed resulting him to completely fall to the hard floor. Oops, it may hurt him badly but you can't chide me with that. The dude is pretty heavy and I'm not planning to be squashed by him. But god, that really hurts and I already dislocated his wrist, what a pitiful guy.

His friends hurriedly help him stand up, while he cradle his hands groaning painfully. Then when he turn his eyes at me I saw his eyes change, clouding it with complete fury. And I even flinch when he started yelling. Curses and yells boom around the place, it must have alerted some teachers because the next time I know the principal is marching toward us. Some teachers help the unconscious boy and brought him away to the nurse room, while me and the five boys are being escorted by the principal to his office.

At that moment I almost wish that I am still in Italy with my father chatting with him while drinking a hot chocolate. Sigh..

Well almost...

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