Awesome Fanfictions

Tongue Piercings and Asthma Attacks (TehChaos)

John kept his head down as he walked back towards his desk. He had just turned in his Science test,and was praying to every deity out there that the last twenty minutes left of this torture would pass quickly. He sat down in the desk in the corner right by the door to the library,his desk kind of hidden behind a large metal cabinet. It made him feel sheltered,something he hadn't felt since getting kicked out of his home. He opened up his book and flipped to the most recently dog eared page,starting to read.

Only about five minutes in,something struck him in the head,and it bounced onto his desk. Wincing,John turned his brown eyes to the object laying on his desk. It was a crumpled piece of paper with a small rock in it,obviously to make its arrival more painful. He sighed,and looked around to make sure the teacher couldn't see that he wasn't getting off task. After confiriming that,he pocketed the rock and unwrinkled the piece of lined paper to read it. His eyes scanned the few,sloppily written lines in a matter of seconds,

Faggot,you should just kill yourself,seeing as how no one would miss you. You should just hurry up and go to hell already.

Tears pricked the dark-haired male's eyes,and he crumpled the paper up,tossing it in the trashcan closest to him. There was a faint chuckle,a malicious noise that came from somewhere in the row of desks in front of him.

"Is the poor little gay John crying? How pathetic."

John cringed and kept his head down as quiet,mocking laughter rippled through the classroom. He couldn't read the words in his book through the tears that warped his vision,blurring it horribly. There was a soft sound of footsteps approaching him,and then a gentle voice asked,

"John? Is there a problem?"

John didn't have the words to answer the teacher,so just kept his head down. Tears rolled down his cheeks,and dripped onto the slightly yellowed pages of his book,so he hastily closed it. The teacher made a small,disapproving sound,but said,

"Why don't you take your things and go head outside,you can be excused from class early."

John wanted to protest,say that he'd be okay. In truth,he wasn't,but he didn't want to say anything while there were tears prohibiting speech. But he definitely did not want to leave,because that would only make the taunts worse. But the teacher looked as though she wouldn't leave until he did,so he put his book into his bag. He stood up after collecting what little stuff he had left,and slung his bag over his shoulder. He kept his head down as he walked to the door,igoring the daggers that stabbed him as little tauts fell from his classmates' lips. Aw,little gay fuck is crying. Oh,poor,poor John,going to go cry by himself.

The teacher shushed the class as John opened the door and stepped out into the chilly autumn air. The door swug shut,and clicked closed when he started walking,his worn out Vans thumping gently against the cement pavement as he made his way to the grassy area at the front of the campus,bag swinging slightly off his shoulder. He allowed a bitter sob escape his lips,fingers finding their way to the cold plastic of his inhaler,whose place was in his sweatshirt pocket. John sat himself at the tree at the far border of the campus,not eager to hear the school bell ring,nor be trampled by the flood of students leaving class. He took his book out of his bag and started to read again,hoping that the next twenty minutes would drag on.

Unfortunately,time works against you most of your life. The next twenty minutes passed by in seemingly five minutes,and soon,kids spilled from the school,racing out onto campus,eager to get home. Ohm looked up when a shadow crossed over him,and a harsh voice asked,

"Hey fag,why'd you leave early? Did Ms.Celiene take pity on you,again?"

"Fuck off,Evan,"

John said quietly,and hands grabbed the front of his hoodie,pulling him up to stare dully into fierce brown eyes.