(Mark's P.O.V.)

Two years and twenty three minutes. That's how long it's been since I was first pushed against the lockers by the bullies of the school. Two years and twenty three minutes, that's how long I've been bullied by the bullies in the school. Twenty three minutes, that's how late I am for the first day of school, where the bullies are sure to be waiting to push me against the lockers as soon as I get there. As soon as I walk through the doors, they'll drag me to a locker and push me against it as hard as they can. Two years and twenty four minutes, that's how long it's been since I last had a happy life. In that first month everything went to hell. 

My dad died, I started getting bullied, my mom kicked me out because I'm gay, I had to get a part-time job to help my brother with the rent of our apartment, I started high school which was a whole new domain for me. I'm now in my third year of high school, and it isn't any better then before. My brother's in his third year of college. My mother is god knows where, giving no thought to the fact that she kicked both of her children out. It's all just a whole bunch of crap, my whole life. 

Two years and twenty three minutes, that's how long it's been since I first met the bullies. Bob, Wade and Ken, the three lackeys who just do as their told, though they're dangerous on their own too. And then Jack, the leader of the bunch and the meanest kid in school. He scares even some of the teachers. He's exactly what you'd expect in a bad boy bully. Loves to hit people, blasts metal and rock music in his ears during class, he has ear gauges and a tattoo on his neck and back, always turns in homework late. Oh yeah, and he loves to beat me up. Always puts a smile on his face. Two years and twenty three minutes, that's when my story started it's prologue. Five seconds into my future, that's when my story is gonna start it's first chapter. 

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