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.➤ Alexander (he/him)

.➤ 3teen

.➤ Hootowl, MCRmy, Hetalia fan

He wished it was only a normal day at school, but he was horribly wrong.

Buzz, buzz, buzz. The alarm chirped on the bedside table. He tried to ignore the sound, but it persisted. Frank turned the alarm off with a thud, looks like he has to get up for school now. The sun seeped through his windows, that may be the only light in his day—these last few days felt like hell anyway.

After a shower and dressing up, he was off for school—though he wasnt really all that excited to go to school. He brushed his messy, dark hair into a somewhat presentable style—slinging his backpack over his shoulder. His shirt was tucked in messily, and his tie was wrinkly. The messy-haired boy didn't dared to take a glance of himself in the mirror.

Frank was approaching near the entrance gates, St. Matthew's Academy. The name plate shined against the brick, the school towering over him. God, he hated that place.

St. Matthew's Academy is just the average American school, just maybe a bit more higher class to most. As much as the school in of itself is seen as prestigious, the students do not act like it.

He lowered his head down, trying to avoid any direct attention from bystanders, listening to his casette mixtape. The atmosphere felt more different than usual, however. The man just wanted to get his stuff and move along with his day—maybe play some croquet with his friends if he could.

As Frank walked through the halls of the school, he felt as if all eyes were on him. He swore he heard people snicker as he passed through, whatever. He would always get sandwiches thrown at him at lunch, or just get called names. The students at the academy just see him as loser who's only good trait is that he makes jokes and is laughable. It's probably just dickheads being dickheads again. The boy knew their shit all too well.

His mind was juggling with what he could do in class to slack off. But then he stopped in his tracks. His locker stood before him, thats when he felt his heart dropped.

On his locker, there was a note written with the words: "Pussy boy". There was other sticked on notes with other derogatory words, even slurs. His secret had been revealed to the whole school. All eyes were on him and his locker.

His hands trembled trying to reach for the latch. As he stared in horror at the note plastered on his locker, footsteps crept into his ear. It was them. Fuck.

"Looks like the loser boy isn't a boy after all, just a girl who wishes she had a dick." Austin blurted. Next to him was a blonde girl who was on the cheerleading team, Angela.

Angela had golden blonde hair which she'd stick up in a ponytail, always sporting her cheerleading kit. She was the high-school queen to say the least. Many girls were either jealous or desperately wanted to be friends with her. Angela wasn't that good of a person though, she makes fun of people with her clique, it didn't matter if they wronged her or not.

It then clicked to Frank at that moment.

Him and Angela were in a relationship a while ago, but had only recently broke off—due to her being a shitty person to Frank's friends. She was the only person he had told his secret to. Angela was somewhat who, at the time, felt safe to trust with a deep secret like this.

He felt so stupid. Of course she told it to him.

All eyes were on Frank now, everyone knows who he really is biologically. A crowd of giggles and disgusted looks came towards Frank. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, with him desperately blinking to hide the tears away.

Austin laughed at the sight of it all, "Who knew the delinquent would be a little bitch the whole time? She's a loser,"

Austin had his hand over on Angela's hip—it was clear they were together, or at least, teamed up for this moment.

Austin was the popular jock with his brunette hair always being combed. All the girls swoon over him, even if he acts like a dick towards others who quote, 'don't respect him'. Frank got ridiculed a lot by him specifically, presumably because he did not felt all that intimidated by the jocks.

Angela chuckled, she seemed to have it all planned out, she looked as if she was waiting for this to happen.

The crowd felt too much for Frank, his legs felt like jello, his breathing became ragged. He couldn't take it anymore. Why is it so hard for him to just have a normal day at this school? The backpack fell to the floor with a thud. His possesions fell out of the backpack.

Austin was about to open his mouth, when Frank sprinted out of the halls. Tears pouring out from his eyes. The crowd gasped. Angela and Austin were taken back by the shorter man running off. Didn't think Frank would take it that personally.

Another boy from Austin's group picked up the boy's backpack, rummaging through for anything that they could steal, or even embarrass him with. All they could find was besides the enormous amounts of cassettes and ruined notebooks were: crumpled up dollar bills, old comic books, and a squashed sandwich

"Looks like she has nothing interesting in her bag besides some nerd shit," they scoffed.

Frank sprinted towards the men's bathrooms. He slammed the door of the stall behind him. The crowd was a blur to Frank, but he felt he saw someone in the crowd that wasn't jeering to him, Illi.

Original OC artist tag:

Finch (Yellow) — @crowsonmars

Alix (Blue) — @/_starrszy on TT

Ghost (Green) — @/batz_cemetry on Instagram