𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐈

In a normal highschool, 'Nathan Reagan Highschool' to be exact, the students are laughing and bickering like usual. That's when they hear the heavy footfalls of those leather shoes.

The boy's shining obsidian eyes darted from right to left, meticulously scanning his surroundings:

I'm not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools

Judgemental glares, and mocking laughter from male students.

Scared, unnerved but interested glances from female students.

run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago...

Three middle-aged male teachers looked coldly back at him, as one of them looked the boy up and down.

but I admire the sadism.

All the students in the halls moved quickly away as a tall, lean but muscular boy dressed in a black suit, ironed white shirt, black tie and black trousers with floppy but still neat black hair, sunken black eyes and luscious lips walked past, his heavy footsteps echoing.

The school bell rings.

A group of jocks guffaw.

He walks to a heavily graffitied locker 101:

The words 𝔽ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕂, PiGSLEY WiGSLEY, Oink Oink, 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓴, among others all scrawled crudely on it paired with offensive drawings of pig motifs all done with black permanent marker, with smudge marks still remaining after the janitor's efforts of cleaning it, sandwiched between two other lockers, in a neat row of all red lockers, and opens it revealing...

A younger round boy with the same floppy black hair and black eyes, beads of sweat covering his forehead, dressed in a black and white striped shirt, tied with red rope and an apple gagging his mouth looks back at him desperately.

The younger boy gags and whimpers then falls to the floor with a thud.