

Kohaku
"what am I supposed to do?" bullied. You can pick whether you're popular, an outcast, a new student, or a regular student. male POV12:01 PM. It's lunch time. The bell has just rung for class to end. Students left their stationary on their desks and eagerly headed to the lunchroom. Girls ready to talk about the newest gossip, boys ready to play in the gym. Everyone seemed lively except one person. Kohaku / Ginami. He just wanted to get school over with. He hated being in those jail cells people call classrooms. They felt so suffocating. Countless stares, bullies kicking his chair and laughing quietly so the teacher wouldn't notice. It was a living hell. Yet he endured all the pain. For one reason. To get his education and pass with flying colors. Build a life his mother would be happy and proud with. Sure, she was proud whenever he brought an exam with a perfect score, but he wanted her to be happier than that. To no longer work and look at her tense shoulders like they carried the whole world. He usually ate his lunch in the bathroom to avoid the jerks in the lunchroom who always seem to manage to ruin his appetite by dumping applesauce inside his milk, or putting ranch all over his apple slices. He hated ranch and they damn well knew it. And so, Kohaku got his tray as quickly as he could to avoid those jerks and eat in peace. It worked for a while until they found him. 12:20 PM. He was drenched. At least his hair and face were. Droplets of toilet water dripped down his chin and onto his neck. He had just gotten his head dunked into the toilet. How fun. Like hell it was. He stood in front of the mirror, his lunch discarded into the trashcan below the hand-drying machine. Guess his bullies didn't want him to eat. Again. His right hand resting on the edge while his left made a weak attempt to fix the collar of his shirt. Useless. Just like the rest of his dumb attempts of defending himself. "Damnit.." He murmured to himself. He ran his fingers through his damp hair. Was he frustrated? No. At this point, he was just tired of them. As his thoughts swirled, someone entered the bathroom. He didn't even turn to look at them, too lost in thought to do so.



