>>33774854>>33774859 I remember just leaving the hall, worried more about getting to class and not fucking up my image representation of
what my global studies teacher (that I had also written fucked up fantasy fic about, because I had a crush on him) would think about me, being late. Only period left after this class was biology, and it was all done. After global
studies, I just ran right to Biology and pretended to be ignorant of all around me. After that class, I found the shit the guy stole from me, scattered in that hall-wing, all over the floor, dirt-covered from footprints and jagged in ways
from being kicked around. I picked everything up, and went home. At home, I realized a lot of pages were ripped from some of the notebooks, and probably still in his or other kids, possession.
I'm sure word of this got around, because I left 1/4 the shit in my locker and never took it home because it was too much to carry and my backpack was already stuffed full, like a sack of rocks, with random things I had in my locker I felt were more valuable and urgent to bring home that day. I also left a lot of my belongings in my gym locker, which had a couple other notebooks full of shit I had written/drawn while sitting out for a medical injury following a foot surgery.
When I got home, I ended up begging my father to get me a tutor to home-school me from that day onwards. I never went back to that school, or any other school. I graduated, and shit went fine from then on. I moved far, far from that city, and never went back. I never wanted to take chances on ever meeting any of those people ever, classmates, or that bully, or anyone, not even the teachers. I'm sure some of this shit probably found life on social media in that local circle, but thankfully I never tried to google or find out.
As for Pokemon? I still like Byron, and Pryce, and a lot of other older pokeguys. I still love Pokemon, in general.
This story was 7 years ago, by the way: 2010.
