Chapter 3
School is school. Aiden went to the local comprehensive. He wasn't incredibly smart, but he certainly wasn't stupid. He was average. The school was average. Life was average. Life is average.
The next four days of his life were average. There was absolutely nothing noteworthy that happened in those few days. Nothing to consider - and when there is nothing to consider, don't consider it.
I could describe to you every little detail of the days, but there would be no point.
The wake of Day 7 had come.
Aiden awoke early. He got up, and walked to the mirror. Two black eyes stared back at him: it was certainly not a good idea to call Darren Woodhouse fat.
Aiden made his bed, and ate a breakfast of Special K. He got dressed carefully, and plastered his face in foundation. Not exactly manly, but today, presentation was vital.
It was Day 7. It had started.
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52. (BoyxBoy)
Teen FictionAiden's life is a lonely mess of suffering and torment. He's bullied daily, and abused by his mother. He's fed up with it, and on the 52nd day of the year, he's going to give up. It's all planned. So why did that have to be the day The New Boy turne...
