09-19-2017, 01:12 PM
/alright I'll start~
Richie was used to the bullies. Well, used to was kind of a relative term, really he just knew that they were there, and they were assholes. The worst of them was dead, left at the bottom of a well, but that didn't mean there weren't others, and he was a particularly favorite target of theirs. He supposed it was because he didn't really have any means of defending himself, and he was almost constantly a smartass back at them, which just made things worse. That was why he usually tried to stick with his friends at school, since they usually didn't bother with groups, but today he couldn't Everybody else had different schedules, and so he was left alone walking to English. He winced when he heard the cruel taunt from behind him, "Hey four-eyes, we wanna talk to you!" It was rare that they targeted his glasses, but his stomach dropped. He knew that the particularly thick glasses weren't normal, and a result from his terrible vision. He huffed and kept walking, but sighed as one of the taller boys rounded ahead of him, trapping him between the small group. The 'leader' of them sneered, "Hey, f*g, are you blind and deaf? I said we wanted to talk to you." Richie, despite his better judgement, snapped, "Oh sorry, I guess I was so busy thinking about my night with your Mom that I was a little zoned out." He gave a soft squeak as his glasses were yanked from his face, and suddenly the whole world went blurry. He could still hear them hissing as suddenly a knee was planted into his gut, "Wow, you really are fucking stupid. Do these glasses also help you think? You look so fucking ridiculous all the time with these things on. They're thicker than my Grandma's." From where he was slightly crumpled up on the floor, he heard a sickening crack, and he winced, knowing it was one of the lenses of his glasses. There was a rough kick to the side of his head, and then the bullies were gone. His hands were shaking slightly as he patted around until he found his glasses. Trembling, he put them on his face and let out a soft breath, stumbling into the bathroom. He could feel warm blood running down the side of his face, but he ignored it, going into one of the stalls and curling up on the toilet, covering his face with his arms as he sobbed softly.
Richie was used to the bullies. Well, used to was kind of a relative term, really he just knew that they were there, and they were assholes. The worst of them was dead, left at the bottom of a well, but that didn't mean there weren't others, and he was a particularly favorite target of theirs. He supposed it was because he didn't really have any means of defending himself, and he was almost constantly a smartass back at them, which just made things worse. That was why he usually tried to stick with his friends at school, since they usually didn't bother with groups, but today he couldn't Everybody else had different schedules, and so he was left alone walking to English. He winced when he heard the cruel taunt from behind him, "Hey four-eyes, we wanna talk to you!" It was rare that they targeted his glasses, but his stomach dropped. He knew that the particularly thick glasses weren't normal, and a result from his terrible vision. He huffed and kept walking, but sighed as one of the taller boys rounded ahead of him, trapping him between the small group. The 'leader' of them sneered, "Hey, f*g, are you blind and deaf? I said we wanted to talk to you." Richie, despite his better judgement, snapped, "Oh sorry, I guess I was so busy thinking about my night with your Mom that I was a little zoned out." He gave a soft squeak as his glasses were yanked from his face, and suddenly the whole world went blurry. He could still hear them hissing as suddenly a knee was planted into his gut, "Wow, you really are fucking stupid. Do these glasses also help you think? You look so fucking ridiculous all the time with these things on. They're thicker than my Grandma's." From where he was slightly crumpled up on the floor, he heard a sickening crack, and he winced, knowing it was one of the lenses of his glasses. There was a rough kick to the side of his head, and then the bullies were gone. His hands were shaking slightly as he patted around until he found his glasses. Trembling, he put them on his face and let out a soft breath, stumbling into the bathroom. He could feel warm blood running down the side of his face, but he ignored it, going into one of the stalls and curling up on the toilet, covering his face with his arms as he sobbed softly.
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[color=#8F7894]we are the sealers of the fate
we are the fangs of the snake
we are the fangs of the snake