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Hey Hey everybody, So after some hard thought

I AM INDEED WRITING THE STORY ON MARCEL FOR YOU.

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Marcel's POV:
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" GET OUT OF MY WAY FAG!"

" YEAH NERD WHAT YOU LOOKING AT HUH?"

" FUCK OFF NERD"

" NERD!"

As I walked through the school hall to get to my locker, i continued to get bombarded with comments that stung as if I was being shot straight through the heart.

I really was getting tired of it all to be honest.

This was my 4th school change only this year and every school ended up the same:

I was bullied until I would be expelled for being blamed for every mishap in the school all thanks to the jocks.

I hated how they would not even give me a single chance, they would see me and judge me immediately by the way I would dress and speak.

It just wasn't fair how I was treated, even when I had never once done anything wrong.

~

The bell rang for lunch and I made my way over to the cafeteria.

As soon as I walked in, every single person in the room turned around and stared at me in pure silence for what felt like an eternity but was only two minutes in reality.

"Well boys, it looks like we got ourselves a new kid" One of the jocks at a table in the centre of the room shouted to what looked like his team mates.

All of the jocks burst out into laughter at what, who I am guessing was the captain of the team, had said.

The whole school burst out into laughter after a while and I ended up eating lunch in one of the bathroom stalls just like I had done in my last 3 schools.

I was really hoping that this time school would be a tad better than the last one I attended, but I could see that again, this wasn't going to end well.

If only these bullies knew what was happening inside of me, if only they knew how I felt and how I was dealing with all of this, they knew nothing, and they still judged.

if only they knew.....

~

I walked out of the bathroom stall and into the hall again to make my way to the next class.

I made sure to get there before any of the other students so I wouldn't be tormented again on my way there.

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" Right Class, everyone here?" The physical education teacher yelled through the gym hall to all the kids.

" Yes coach!" Everybody except for me shouted back.

" well well well, who do we have here?" one of the huge jocks from the lunch table earlier asked me as he stood next to me, towering over me.

" Hi, i'm M-Marcel- Marcel Styles" I stuttered as I answered the jock.

" well Marcel, Where did you wonder off to at lunch huh?" He asked me with a huge smirk on his face.

" I-I" I tried to answer unsuccessfully.

" look! You better stay out of my cafeteria and stay out of my way!" He shouted at me and punched my limp arm.

" y-y-yes, um" I answered trailing off after realizing I never knew his name.

" Jordan!" He yelled angrily.

" y-yes Jordan" I stuttered staring up at his towering figure.

The coach blew his whistle, signaling for everyone to gather around, and saving me from the awkward situation with Jordan.

" right, today we will be playing dodgeball kids, Scotts, Williams- pick your teams." the coach spoke, calling Jordan Scotts and his friend up to be tea, captains.

Great. This day is just getting better every minute.

What could be worse than dodgeball?! I was going to end up going home with more bruises than I arrived with.

~

I walked out to my car, almost incapable of walking.

Those jocks pounded me with balls in gym class.

I think they may have sprained my foot.

As I opened the door to climb into my car, Jordan Scotts and his crew came out of the school doors and walked over to his their cars, which just so happened to be parked all around mine.

" How much did that crap cost Marcel? huh? like 50 bucks?" He mocked resulting in more laughter than in the cafeteria earlier today.

I jut climbed into my dad's old truck and drove off on my home.

Little did Jordan Scotts know that my family couldn't afford to buy me a new car of my own.