Prologue

I'm a sick and non-chalant mammal. A regular victim of ridicule and bully from Victor and co, aka the vi kings.

The name's Edward Hanson and calm is the game. A nerd since grade three, stalked and befriended by a fellow nerd, apparently the only friend I had. Not surprised, no one was interested in me. I was just a normal guy in school, known for nothing else except plain balderdash.

I even suffered from agoraphobia!!

Just to be clear, that is the fear for being in public places with too many people.

I live in Norwich, England, an origin of Oxford and the owner of the cutest diary you could find for a guy.

School is not my only point of rejection. Infact, home is a little plain worse, with my elder brother there; Alfred. He does not mind he is older than I am with two whole bloody years. The nineteen year old just keeps up the work of Victor at home for me, or worse.

And dad? Well I may not have much of a problem with him because he literally says nothing to me except, "Go get the door you pipsqueak."

"Make me coffee you scumbag!"

"Get my mails idiot," or "Feed that twin of yours." That's the dog.

Mom is the best at home because at least, she still fakes a smile at me when I wake up.

Why does everyone hate me?! Even family.

I even have a regular detention at home aka Get grounded, whenever mom makes it up to my room and finds it messed up.

However, at a point like this, I'm not depressed. Turns out I'm now used to being ignored. If only everything was done my way. I was not even excellent in school!

To be general, I'm a total failure in everything. Sneak my way through failure and leave my mates awed.

Enough talk about about my awesomeness.

Let's get to my life.

It was morning again, kissed this dark hole called life a good morning and ran out to get the school bus. And once again, I missed it by three seconds.

I could see my equals laugh at me from the back of the bus. How graceful! Walking to school again.

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By the time I got to school, I had already missed the first class. Everyone welcomed me with chuckles as I stepped in, the history teacher giving me a hard glare.

Aardvark, so I called the man because he had a big nose, had us in the most boring subject in the world; history. Just so you know, his real name is Morgan. But I'd be referring to him as aardvark so long as I live.

He held his glower on me, "Hey mr, coming late to school again?"

Somewhere from the back of the class, that scumbag called Victor declared, "Fell asleep in the bathroom again perhaps."

The entire class let out a suppressed laugh.

Very funny! Because I was the only one who has unintentionally fallen asleep while using the loo.

I bowed in shame and walked slowly to my seat. But somehow, that was one gem of a moment. Not because I slept in the loo, but because I dreamt of kissing Ella while sleeping.

Ella! Hah! She was the jewel of my highschool. The one the boys will sell their balls for to kiss. Relishing the moment, I was not aware I was being recorded snoring like a pig. And now, they were reminding me of the bittersweet moment.

Aardvark himself joined them, "That's enough class. Now as for you young man," he lowered his specs and looked at me, "This should be the last time you make it late to my class. Or you would be saying hello to a check mark."

What was the use? I had a lot of those from other teachers already.

The dick kept on talking, "Now class, where was I? Yes! Napoleon, French..."

He just blabbered as I thought of my usual but miserable life.

Murphy, my fat and only friend bumped my shoulder from beside me, laughing at the asshole he called a friend, "Who were you kissing this time? Liza?"

I smirked, Liza! Ella's main rival. Those two girls really had some attitude. Once I had a crush on Ella. I walked up to this bitch and confessed true love... Or lust, I can't still tell. She gave me a look as if my face was covered in dog poop. No! To be precise, as if the whole me was covered in dog poop. Nah! She was simply irritated by the nitwit asking her on a date.

Facially, I was fine. Infact, I was the cutest boy I knew... If it wasn't still one of my balderdash again. I had this light brown flat top hair bringing the glow of my blue eyes. But somehow she still had a problem with me. I don't think I still need to tell you what it was.

After what felt like forever, it was time for our break. I was in my usual situation again; Murphy before me, telling me of the various ways he lost his teeth and myself, with my usual treat, Burger and apple juice.

I watched Elizabeth Sand make her way past us to her friends, a group of girls who have made a record of slapping me or spitting in my food.

My mind somehow went back to when I asked her rival on a date. And I was shed out like a piece of used toilet paper. How would it be with her? She might throw whatever she's eating in the trash.

I glanced at Murphy who seemed to be speaking some language, anything but English. Yep, he had a Weiner stuck in his mouth.

I sighed, "Hey. What do you think about Liza?"

He stopped and watched me strangely, as if I was the one previously speaking some weird language, "Oh no! Please don't tell me you wanna get your eyes clawed out this time. She'd hate herself for letting you love her."

I rasped angrily, "No I was just thinking. If I somehow got a chance to go out with her, I would get famous here in school. Don't you think?"

He waved me off nonchalantly, "Forget this dude. There is no way she is saying yes."

Damn it. He was painfully right, so right he could bet a grand for it. If only I could force her or maybe blackmail. Chee I was thinking stupid again.

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