Bitter Boy Anonymous

Prologue

The loud noises bounced off the walls of the biology classroom, the chatter of children surrounding the door waiting patiently for the bell to ring. Tord just growled slightly in annoyance at it, he almost forgot his friend Matt was talking to him. "-and I just wish they'd get along ag- Tord? Are you listening?" Matt questioned his friend with a concerned look. Tord looked over immediately "yeah, absolutely. You were saying?" Tord asked urging Matt to continue his story. Matt nodded and the bell ring. They walked out into the hallway and there was just so much noise increase, making it more difficult for Tord to listen. He just needed some quiet. Matt and Tord went to their lockers. "Well maybe you could sit them down and talk about it Matt. Or, ya know the less popular word of advice, let them fix it on their own." Tord stated shoving random useless items into his locker and slamming it. "But what if they don't" Matt said frowning.

"Then there's nothing you can do. It's not your responsibility to fix other people's messes. You get involved if you want too. So do what you feel is necessary, just don't blame yourself for what happens down the road." Tord mumbled. "You're pretty good at giving advice Tord" Matt stated "I'd hardly call that good advice" he returned shutting the door of his locker setting the lock dial back to zero. He listened to the soft clicks of it. He saw Matt shrug "I don't know. I think it's good" The taller ginger commented. Tord rolled his eyes slightly and smiled "sure it is Matt" Tord chuckled. "I want my friends to be happy! So then they can pay attention to my beautiful face!" Matt stated leaning on the locker door. Tord chuckled a bit noticing the locker owner was behind him scowling at Matt.

"I'm gonna go Matt, I'll see you later most likely" he said and waved walking off since they completely different hours. Matt had business management with one of his friends he was complaining about today. Tord had art class, he wasn't exactly good at it but he wasn't horrible at it either. He sighed walking to the bathroom. He never went into the school bathroom to actually use it no one really did. He was going to use it to put some final things on a painting. His teacher was having a baby soon and it was a secret painting he made for her. He didn't want to finish it in class and let the teacher see. Ms.Hender was a lovely lady with a dark story, she continued to smile though, even when most people couldn't. Tord always appreciated her because she let him talk, he came out as a gay transgender boy before anyone else. Mostly because at the time he was so self loathing at the time, he needed to vent, and she was there.

He sighed as he got down onto the floor of the bathroom. He flinched and crawled under the stall. Now I hear you saying 'why is he crawling under the stall?' Well because the stall he was crawling into was broken. It never unlocked, the kids around the school used it to smoke weed, have sex, and skip class. He looked at all the depressing quotes that surrounded him, it was sad to know there were people like that. He sighed and moved to finish his project. After 3 minutes of passing period went by he began to wonder if these people needed help or they just wanted to be edgy. His phone buzzed and he sighed knowing it was just a game notification. Then he had an idea, an idea you could only have by association of two unrelated things. "I'm gonna regret this..." he mumbled and took a sharpie from his bag. He looked around the graffitied stall and found a space that was completely unused. He then wrote down his phone number and sighed. 'Hello. This is for you to call if you need to talk. What you need to do is send your problem, I will listen to the story, and give subsequent advice. If you need help with any emotional and mental health issues please contact me and sign your first message with ___ anonymous' he wrote and sighed, signing it 'Norway Anonymous'. Once that was done he put everything away and ran to art before he could be super late