CHAPTER 1.1: The new hell

As soon as i stood in front of the school, i observed that it was a huge one, big fancy stadium for playing all the sports, large gates, so many students searching their classes, i was so excited for living a normal highschool life, i directly go to my class and frantically open the door. the teacher glance at me with such a nice grin.

" i think that you are the new kid in this class, come on here and present yourself "

i was so excited and strained at the same time, because i have a stutter problem, also i didn't talk to anyone besides my aunt since the last summer, but i will take a try and start.

"Hi everyone, my n-n-a "

as i am talking, i noticed that a one student looked exactly like my old school bully. No, it was just an illusion because of my PTSD.

" my n-n-ame is D-D-a-n-n-iel "

i can hear the whispers from the girls, i was getting irritated, even the teacher told me to take a sit. i took a sit in the backseats and focus to the teacher's introduction. to be honest, i wasn't interested to listen to an old man's name and story. i just grab my favorite book named *the crime and the punishment*, while i was reading, i noticed some weird atmosphere, like someone glance at me with evil look, i took a turn to the classmates, i saw a student that got a smirk in his eyes, sitting with girls, red spiky hair, around 6'1 ft, brown eyes with a little scar on his eyebrow. I didn't want to keep staring at him because that will lead to a problem, so i just continue my reading, the bell rang, and the teacher went to the teacher's room. the red hair student went to my place like he was just waiting for the teacher to go. i didn't want to talk to him, so i tried to be engulfed in my reading, but...

"hey nerd" red hair said

ohhh come on, just give me a break. I don't even think that people still use *nerd* in this day and age, they use *geek* or something else.

"Y-Yes, wh-wh-what"

"you are like my grandma's computer"

"wh-why d-d-do you th-think that". i said it with loud voice for being a badass, or that's what i was thinking.

"because both of you are lagging". he said it with a laughing face and make everyone hear it.

All i was hearing is laughing of bystanders, i was perceptive that i was being bullied again, but i can't do anything about it, that's why i just kept my mouth closed and taking this insult, but it was a funny joke though not going to lie. however i realise that i will getting bullied even in the new school.

"what, did the cat got your tongue, come on we are just playing around with you, welcome to the new school. what about you go buy us some coke"

"wh-wh-why don't y-you b-b-buy i-it yo-your-s-self"

" hey buddy, i don't think you understand the situation, it wasn't a demand, it was an order, so stop lagging and go buy us some cans, before i making you lagging more than you do, and go wait us in the stadium at 12 O'clock"

i know what they will do if i go to the stadium, but i think it will not be as bad as i be there at the time. so i will just listen to the order and gets used to the new hell.

i went to the vending machine, and buy the coke cans as i was told, and reluctantly went to the stadium and waiting for the time, i came so early, i didn't want to get jumped up. i took a look at my watch, and it was 11:45. So i decide to take these 15 minutes for relaxing and thinking about my life, it was a pathetic life, i just blamed myself for every mistake i have ever made, so it was just thinking, not even close to relaxing. it's 12 O'clock. i saw them approaching with laughing faces, i heard one of them said :

"you actually did it, you are really a dweeb."

stop using some weird words, we aren't in 90s you idiot.

"hey give us the cans. we are thankful for your work, so we decide it to help you getting cured from that lagging"

"wh-what, it's n-n-not la-a-g-gin....."

"yeah yeah whatever, stop talking, your voice is making me sick, by any chance, do you know how to count??"

please don't tell me to start counting, i know you will tell me to count and slap me in the face for every number i said, i already know that kind of bullying

"y-yes i kn-kn-know"

"so start counting and every time you stutter, we will punch you in the stomach"

ok i take back what i said, just do the same old school bullying. it's soo cruel for 2 reasons. first, i was so sensitive about my stutter, especially when it's the reason why i will get hit.Second, i don't want to throw up my breakfast.

"what are you doing brat, START COUNTING!!!!!"

it was terrifying so i started to count

"one t-tw..."

he actually hits me in my stomach, it's soo hurtful,

"come on, try your best"

"one two three f-fo..."

he hits me for the second time, i throw up my breakfast, and felt so embarrassed.

"hoo hoo, guys did you see that, i really made himq throw up"

what's so funny you monster, why did you picking on me, just go messing up with someone as strong as you.

"finish it already, start counting again"

"o-on...."

"just forget it, you aren't even trying"

he approaches and lock arm me with his full strength, i can feel my mind is going blank, i will lose my consciousness at anytime, and of course i faint, i heard someone says:

"dude you really did it, let's go before teachers or anyone else notice that.

"yes let's go. this man is already just a TRASH"

i heard trash with a loud voice.when i woke up, i was in stadium's storage, i think someone puts me there, that word *trash* really hurts my feeling, i can't just do anything except crying, i cried a lot. and for the first time, i hated the word *life* from the bottom of my heart.