#bullyng

It all began when I uploaded a status on WhatsApp about a reply to an email I had sent to the mosque, asking how I could do to convert to Islam. I was happy and suddenly my partner, who was working, sends me a message telling me to delete the status, that his family saw it and got scared, that he doesn’t want problems. I went from happiness to breaking down in tears because of those sons of bitches who, instead of minding their fucking business, get into other people’s lives.

My partner never wanted to tell me who it was, but obviously I’m not stupid and I know perfectly well. I know the name and last name.

And then that person acted fake with me: she greeted me on my birthday, she talked to me. The first time I saw her after what happened, she even tells me: “come whenever you want to my house.” So fake, the idiot! At the time I didn’t delete her from my contacts, but now I did. She’s just like my partner’s mother, who was also involved in this. They’re all trash. That’s why I don’t talk to them anymore, I don’t waste my energy or my life talking to those fake and judgmental people. And I already deleted them from my contacts.

Before I start, I want to clarify that it is my first fanfic. do not be very hard, and also, that English is not my mother tongue, which I forgive if i have mistakes

Prologue: On this AU Enea and Diggia go to the same high school, Diggia is constantly suffering bullying from his classmates, and Enea is always defending him

Diggia was calmly sitting on the bench during recess, watching some motorcycle videos on his phone.

But, as had been the case for the past two years, he couldn't have a moment of peace, as those boys, a year older than him, quickly showed up.

Without giving Diggia a chance to react, he was shoved off the bench to the ground, causing his phone's screen to shatter against the floor.

‐My phone!— Diggia said in a little yell

But one of the boys quickly picked it up, laughing at him and at the situation.

"Is this piece of shit seriously your phone? Because I don’t think it is anymore" he said, throwing it back to the ground.

"Come on, you know why we’re here," said the tallest of the boys.

They always stole his food, the homework and everything they could, but when he resisted to this it was way worse, recess was the worst hour for Diggia

—I don’t have anything today... —

He didn't have time to explain further; the tallest boy grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Just as we has about to push him off the ground, another boy appeared, catching Diggia to stop him from falling

‐You again? He is so weak that he can't stand up from himself?— the taller said with a smirk that quickly became a laugh

"So, you must be the king with your little gang," said the shortest one, Enea, with a smile.

The tall boy got angry and tried to hit Enea, but Enea blocked him, pulling his arm and making him fall to the ground.

"Stop trying, will you?" Enea said seriously, picking up the phone they had thrown to the ground earlier and walking away with Diggia by the arm.

He took him to a seculded place, just the two of them

"Diggia, you should start standing up for yourself. I can’t always be there for you, especially since we’re not in the same class..." he said, looking at the broken phone.

"I’ll try to get you a new one."

When he turned to look at Diggia, he saw his teary, glassy eyes, on the verge of crying, that broke his heart.

"Hey... Diggi, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I can keep helping you... and about the phone... we’ll get another one... I promise"

–Is not that... but why me?... Enea... i'm really that weird? There is something wrong with me...? It's been a year... a whole year... they just don’t stop... i-i don’t know what to do anymore, w-what did i did wrong... —He said crying to the point of sobbing

"Hey, Diggia, of course not! How can you say that, idiot? Come on, don’t think like that. They’re just a bunch of idiots who go after the smartest or gang up to get what they want. They’re trying to break you, but you’re not going to let them, are you?" Enea said with a somewhat serious expression.

Before he could say anything else, the bell rang.

‐Hey Diggia i can go with you if you want-

"No! I can... go alone... thanks for everything, Enea..." he said with a somewhat empty expression, giving Enea a hug before heading to his class, leaving Enea standing there for a few seconds.

Why did it hurt so much to see his friend like that? It was a question that kept spinning in Enea's mind. He couldn’t understand how he could care so much about someone. They’d been friends since childhood, but nothing more than that. Yet seeing his tears, seeing his state, made him wish he could take down those jerks one by one.

But Diggia had asked him a while ago not to fight them, saying it would "make things worse." That only made Enea curse Diggia silently in his head because he forced himself to listen to him.

On class, Enea couldn't stop thinking on Diggia and his well being, if he was safe in class, if those assholes where gonna go for him again.

But a snap of fingers brought him back to reality—the teacher, who had asked him to solve an exercise. Enea, lost in his thoughts, hadn’t been paying attention.

"Mr. Bastianini, could you solve the equation on the board?" the teacher asked, already exasperated.

"Uh... seven?" he answered randomly, not really in the mood to think.

‐Mr Bastianini... i hope you are well aware that if you keep this, you are gonna fail..—

"Yes, you’ve told me several times already. You can go ahead and ask someone else," he said, showing no interest.

Enea was already aware he was going to fail. He didn’t care much, though he knew his parents wouldn’t like it. He figured he could retake the year and pass it the second time around. He had always scraped by with the bare minimum, but this time, it wouldn’t work. Even so, in his mind, he thought, "This way, I can take better care of Diggia."

At the end of the school day, Diggia walked through the halls with his head down. He knew that as soon as they saw him, they’d demand his lunch again or trip him, as usual. But just as he reached the exit, a hand rested on his shoulder—it was Enea.

‐Come on, i'll go with you, i need to keep you safe from those assholes, and we can go from some crepes, que what you think?— The shorter said while smiling

Diggia didn’t think it was a bad idea, so he decided to nod.

"But I’m paying for the crepes," he said.

"No way, I’m paying, got it?" Enea replied, giving him a gentle shove.

"I have another phone at home; I’ll give it to you later, okay?"

"Enea, it’s really not necessary..." Diggia said, scratching his head.

‐I said i got another phone, and it's gonna be yours—

Diggia sighed and, laughing quietly, simply nodded.

After eating and chatting for a while, Enea accompanied Diggia home, still talking on the way until they reached his house.

"Well, end of the journey, we’re at your place, Sunflower," Enea said, laughing, only to get tripped by Diggia.

Enea called Diggia a Sunflower since they were little, acording to Enea he had the shine and attitude of one

"Don't be an idiot, Enea," Diggia said, embarrassed.

"Tomorrow, if you want, I can come pick you up with the phone. That way, we can chat for a bit, what do you think?" Enea said, smiling.

"Fine... I know that even if I tell you not to, you'll do it anyway," Diggia said, laughing quietly.

‐Then you know, tomorrow i'll be here at 6 am, you won't get rid off..—

He couldn’t finish the sentence as he was interrupted by the tall one’s hug, surprising Enea.

"Thank you so much, Enea... I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you," Diggia said with a smile.

"I have to go now, see you tomorrow!" he said before quickly entering through the door.

"Oh, come on, it’s not necessary, idiot," Enea said, scratching his head as he waved goodbye to his friend.

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TEM PESSOAS QUE PASSAM NA NOSSA VIDA COMO UM METEORO, DEIXAM MARCAS ETERNAS. EU CONHECI UM SER HUMANO ASSIM, NESSAS LINHAS VOU CONTAR DESDE O DIA QUE O CONHECI, ATÉ O DIA DA SUA PARTIDA. Era meados de 2007, eu tinha treze anos, nessa época eu era uma menina muito bobinha, e estava começando a entrar na adolescência. Eu estudava na mesma escola desde os seis anos, e confesso que eu odiava aquele lugar, não me encaixava com quase ninguém lá.Sofria um bullying incessante, começou na quarta série pelo que eu me recordo, mas a baixa autoestima já existia. Notava que os garotos nunca tinham olhos para mim, sempre escolhiam uma colega, uma amiga, mas nunca eu. Então fui guardando aquilo, e já me sentindo inferior, porém nunca tinha sofrido nenhuma ofensa referente à minha aparência.Quando passei para a quarta série, além dos colegas que me acompanhavam desde a pré-escola, vieram alguns outros que haviam rodado, então eram mais velhos que eu.Foram eles que começaram a instigar o bullying na nossa turma, não eram com todos, mas os escolhidos eram massacrados. Tudo era motivo para gozação, meu cabelo, meus olhos, minhas roupas, mas guardem o que vou falar, pois lá na frente vocês vão entender: as ofensas se referiam a meu modo de ser, não se estendiam à minha família.Nesse inferno em que eu vivia nessa escola, eu tinha uma única amiga, vou utilizar nomes fictícios a partir daqui , éramos inseparáveis. Ela era o que chamamos hoje em dia de padrão.Nessa época estávamos na sétimasérie, e estudávamos de manhã, então à tarde ficávamos livres, e eu ia para casa dela. Nessas idas, a Claudia me apresentou a Leticia. Ela também tinha nossa idade, mas estudava em outra escola e ela era muito mais à nossa frente. Eu e Claudia éramos muito ingênuas. Então a Leticia começou a se juntar conosco, e logo nos tornamos um trio, ficávamos sempre na frente da casa ou da Claudia ou da Leticia. Certo dia, ela disse: - Lá perto da minha escola tem uma praça, vamos lá caminhar? A Claudia avisou à mãe dela, eu não avisei, pois morava longe dali e tinha pedido à minha mãe para ir à casa da Claudia, e além do mais ela não ligava muito, pois confiava nos pais da Claudia, então minha mãe pensava como aquele ditado sobre eu estar na casa dela: "Tá com ela, tá com Deus".Pois então fomos caminhar, eu e Claudia tão bobinhas, quando chegamos lá, a Leticia tinha marcado um encontro com um menino, deixou nós lá e foi ficar aos beijos com ele. Nessa hora, eu e Claudia sentimos um frio na barriga, nunca tínhamos beijado ninguém, e nem sequer feito algo desse tipo, só íamos da escola para casa, e ficávamos ali na frente da casa dela. Então, aquilo ali era uma aventura para nós. Enquanto estávamos ali, chegaram mais alguns amigos dele, então conversávamos, dávamos risadas e eu me sentia bem. Ninguém estava debochando de mim, ou me deixando de lado, eu podia me sentir agradável naquele grupo de amigos. Nos próximos dias, ficar lá na frente da casa da Claudia já havia se tornado sem graça, queríamos ir para a praça, e íamos, e era tão bom. Enquanto escrevo e me lembro, a saudade que sinto dessa parte da minha adolescência. Então, numa dessas idas, a Leticia falou que ia ter uma festa junina no CTG que ficava ao lado da escola dela, e que seria aberta para alunos de outras escolas, e convidou eu e Claudia. Sem pensar duas vezes, nós dizemos que íamos com certeza, nem havíamos falado com nossos pais. Cheguei em casa e, para puxar o saco da minha mãe, limpei toda a casa, lavei loiça, eu já ajudava ela, mas naquele dia eu ajudei ainda mais. Minha mãe era bem liberal, até porque ela sabia a filha que tinha, sempre fui muito comportada, nunca dei problemas na escola ou em qualquer outro lugar, então não seria tão difícil ela deixar.Estávamos muito ansiosas, seria a primeira vez que sairíamos para uma festa, mesmo sendo apenas uma festa junina, ia ser algo novo para nós, lembrando que tínhamos apenas 13 anos.