School

                                    

                                          
Ship: BasicallyIDoMini
[AU: Highschool. Craig Is An Nerd, Marcel Is An Jock.]
[Tw: Smii7y, Abused. 407, Trans.] 
[Enjoy My Cringe.]
                          
~Craig's POV~
                          
Mondays. God Why Mondays? They Suck, Especially When You Gotta Walk To School. Hi, My Name Is Craig But My Friends Call Me Mini! Welcome To Hell! Anyways, I Shoot Up As My Alarm Clock Goes Off With An Groan. I Chuck The Blankets Off Of Me Before Smacking The Alarm Clock. I Grab My Glasses And Run To The Bathroom To Take An Shower Before Brushing My Teeth, Brushing My Hair, Cleaning My Glasses, And Getting Into My Clothes. I Rush Out Of The Bathroom And Down The Stairs Before Grabbing Bread And Throwing It In The Toaster. I Then Rush To The Door And Grab My Bag. I Pull Out My Notebook, Grab An Pen, And Continue To Write This Hell. And I Know, 'What's So Wrong With School?' Well For One, It's Highschool. Two, I'm One Of The Smallest In The School. Three, I'm An Nerd! A Flipping Nerd! Which Means I Get Bullied Like Nuts. That's Why It's Horrible. 
                          
Bing! I Put Down The Book Again And Rush Back To The Counter To Grab My Toast. I Open An Drawer Before Grabbing An Butter Knife And Shutting It. I Pull The Butter Towards Me And Butter My Toast Before Pushing The Butter Back, Unplugging The Toaster, Throwing The Knife In The Sink, And Putting The Toast In My Mouth As I Rush Back To My Book. I Take An Bite Of The Toast And Swallow It Before Plopping It Back In My Mouth. I Grab My Bag, Pen, And Book Before Grabbing My Keys. I Check Myself Before Remembering My Wallet And Grabbing It. I Then Run To The Front Door And Open It Before Heading Out. I Lock The Door And Start Walking To School Before Throwing My Keys And Wallet Into My Wallet. I Then Start Writing On My Way To School, While Eating My Toast. 
                          
And I Also Know, 'Why Are You In Such A Rush?' Well, I Wake Up Twenty Minutes Before Class Starts Since The School Is Only Five Minutes Away. Also, 'Why Do You Do Things By Yourself?' Well My Mum And Dad Lives In The UK While I Live Here In LA. I Went With My Aunt To Live Here Since My Parents Couldn't Pay For All Three Of Us And My Aunt Also Works, But Early In The Morning Till Two Hours After School. So That's Why I Am Rushed And Do Things By Myself. It Was Hard, Yet Easy Now. I'm Used To Everything Now. 
                          
I Look Up From My Book With An Sigh, I Mumble. "Hello School. Horrible To Be Back." I Walk In Through The Front Entrance When The Security Guards Wasn't Looking So They Wouldn't Notice Me. I Rush To My Locker Before Putting The Code In An Unlocking It. I Put My Bag Down And Start Putting My Books In My Locker. Once Done I Grab My Bag And Hang It Up On An Wall Clip I Put In There For That. I Then Reach In My Pocket And Pull Out My Wallet And Keys Before Throwing Them On The Top Shelf. I Sigh And Was About To Close My Locker Until I Hear And Locker Open Up Next To Me. I Peak Over To My Right And Gasp At The Sight. 
                          
"Smii7y What Happened?!" 
                          
He Jolted When I Yelled Some. He Held An Finger Up And Hissed 'Shhhh!' To Me. I Cover My Mouth Some And Apologize. He Sighs And Let's Me Get An Full Look. He Had An Black Eye, Busted Lip, Bruises Everywhere, Cuts On His Chest And Arms, As Well As An Strangle Mark Around His Throat. I Sigh As He Looks Away Some. 
                          
"Parents?" 
                          
Smii7y Nods Some And Looks Down At The Ground. I Sigh And Grab The Hoodie I Keep In My Locker. I Search Through The Pockets Before I Find What I'm Looking For. I Put The Hoodie Down With The Bandages Before Shutting My Locker And Resetting The Lock. I Then Kneel Down And Pick Up The Hoodie Before Lightly Grabbing His Hand. He Uses His Other Hand To Shut The Locker And Reset His Lock Before Starring At Me. I Start To Make Our Way To The Bathroom. 
                          
"Come On. I'll Help." 
                          
Lemme Explain Something. Smii7y Has Horrible Parents Who Want Him Dead. Easy As That. I Feel Bad For The Poor Soul Because He Doesn't Deserve It. I Just Hope One Day It'll Stop. Anyways, As Soon As We Enter The Bathroom I Check To See If The Stalls Were All Open. They Were Which Means No One Was In There At All. I Quickly Go Back And Lock The Bathroom Door Before Moving To The Next Room Some As Smii7y Followed. I Then Sat The Hoodie And Bandages In His Hands Before Heading For The Door.