“Billy, get up. It’s time for you to get ready for school.”
Billy groaned and rolled over, he didn’t want to get up, he didn’t want to go to school.
Billy’s mom walked into the room and rolled her eyes. She went and ripped the blanket off of her son, who just rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow.
“Billy, get up!” His mother shouted, annoyed.
Billy groaned again and tried unsuccessfully to crawl into his bed. His mom grabbed him by the back of the shorts and pulled him away.
“I’m tired of your shenanigans Billy. Get ready for school.”
Billy forced himself not to cry as his mom walked out of the room.
He pulled on a pair of baggy black jeans, a baggy black T-shirt and drew his hair back into a ponytail before he left. His mom gave him a small smile as he walked past her and out the door. He didn’t even give her a second glance.
Billy walked to school all alone, backpack slung over his shoulder, watching his bare feet. He had shoes, he just wasn’t wearing them.
He stopped when he reached the school grounds and put on his shoes, then he walked inside. He didn’t want to, he wanted to stay as far away from this hell hole as possible, but the one time he’d tried skipping school his mom had grounded him from everything but homework, food, sleep, and of course use of the bathroom.
After that he decided that it really wasn’t worth it, getting away from it all for a day just to have everything that helped him deal taken away from him. It definitely wasn’t worth it.
He looked around as he walked into the building. The halls appeared to be empty. Good, he was alone.
“Oh Mr. Valentine.”
Billy looked around and saw a boy come out of the shadows.
‘Damn,’ Billy thought. ‘Not a moment’s peace.’
The boy walked up to Billy, who looked around, trying to find an escape route. He finally decided on just bolting, but that didn’t work. He ran into the arms of one of the boy’s big, burly, “friends.”
“No, let me go. Please.”
The boy ignored Billy’s pleading, he turned him around and held him in place by his arms. The other continued toward him.
“Please. Don’t. Just leave me alone.”
The burly boy put something in Billy’s mouth as the other pulled out his jeans and poured a bucket of ice down them.
He screamed, but it was greatly muffled, he fought, but they held him tighter, and he cried, but no one who saw it cared.

Later, Billy was sitting in his first period class. His teacher was glaring at him ‘cuz he’d walked in late and his fellow students were whispering about him behind their hands. He just stared hard at his notebook as he worked on his assignment. Maybe if he concentrated hard enough, it would go away.
“Hey Valentine, what happened? Did you have an accident before you reached the bathroom?”
Billy kept his head down, determined to ignore the taunts.
The teacher smiled a bit as she turned and stared writing on the board. She was one of those people that believed only the strongest deserved to survive. She didn’t consider Billy Valentine to be one of those people.
“Billy, you didn’t answer my question.”
Billy kept ignoring the boy. Maybe if he just ignored him, them, all of them, it would go away. That’s what he’d always been told, just ignore the bullies and they’d get tired of it and leave you alone. It hadn’t worked so far.
“Geez, you must have had a lot to drink.”
Billy kept ignoring him.
The boy kept it up throughout the entire class, and Billy just kept ignoring him, no matter how hard it was.
When the bell finally rang, after what seemed an eternity, Billy got his stuff together and practically flew out of the room. Only when he’d reached his locker did he realize, he’d left the closest thing he had to a friend all alone there, waiting to walk him to his next class.
He sighed and walked back. “Sorry. Was in a rush to get away, forgot. Let’s go.”
The boy just nodded a bit and followed as Billy walked off.
“Did you pee your pants?”
Billy gave the boy a look over his shoulder. “No, I didn’t ‘pee my pants.’ I had an unfortunate incident involving myself and a water fountain.”
“Oh.” Pause. “That much water?”
Billy shrugged and nodded. He wasn’t gonna tell him, he’d never told anyone, why start now?
“Huh.”
Billy glanced back at the boy. Either he was really gullible, really stupid, or he just didn’t care. Billy figured it was a combination of all three.
He walked to his locker, barely registering the ramblings of his “friend.” He threw everything into the metal box called a locker and walked to the band room, followed closely by this “friend.”
He headed to the back of the room and plopped down behind the trap set, didn’t even notice as his “friend” said good-bye and went to tune his guitar.
Billy looked around, and smiled a bit. His favorite class of the day, it couldn’t erase all the pain, but it helped a little.
Someone walked out of the office and smiled around at everyone. It was a young woman with long hair pulled back into a tight bun, and a very strict expression on her face.
“I’m sorry everyone, Mr. Drive has been in an accident. He won’t be able to teach again for at least a couple of months. I’ll be teaching this class in his absence.”
Billy closed his eyes. He had a serious feeling that his only in-school release was now gone. He was right. Band class that day sucked.
The teacher got mad at Billy every time he tried to have a little fun with the music. She kept telling him to play what was written, and his classmates kept getting mad at him for the interruptions. The second the bell rang, Billy was out the door.
He ran to his locker and quickly dialed the combination. His long hair was starting to fall out of the ponytail. He brushed it out of his face and grabbed his backpack, then turned around.
A tall and broad-shouldered boy stood there, head cocked slightly. He gave Billy a small smile and put his hand on the locker by his head. “Hey sweetie.”
Billy looked around, hoping to find an escape route. What he found was a bunch of people blocking his way, and carefully blocking he and the other boy from view. He closed his eyes.
“You’re really hot, you know that?”
Billy didn’t answer, and didn’t fight. He’d learned that it only made things worse.
The boy moved his other hand from his side to in between Billy’s legs. Billy bit his lip.
The boy raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “This isn’t working very well . . .” The boy shook his head and stuck his hand down Billy’s pants. He watched him for a second, then closed his hand around him and squeezed. He pushed his chest against the smaller boy’s face as he screamed.
After a short time he let go, and pulled his hand back out. He rested it gently on his shoulder and regarded him thoughtfully as he stepped back. “You’re a very strange boy . . .”
Billy opened his eyes and looked at the boy, determined not to make a sound. It would just make things worse.
“Bye sweetheart, I hope we,” the boy flexed his fingers, “meet again soon.”
Billy just looked at the boy for a second, then turned and walked away. No one stopped him. They’d already made their point.
Billy walked right by his “friend’s” locker without even noticing him. Today wasn’t the worst day he’d ever had, but it was pretty damn close.
In his next few classes, his teachers kept getting mad at him for zoning, and looking the other way while his classmates tormented him.
He just dealt with it.
After 6th period Billy walked to gym class, walked right by his “friend” without even noticing him. Gym was the worst, it was always the worst.
He got into the locker room, changed and walked into the gym before anyone else got in there. The class itself was all a blur. The students laughing when he couldn’t do everything as well as them. The teacher insulting him, telling him that if he’s so weak he has no right to live.
After gym he quickly got undressed and went to take a shower, hoping that maybe, just this once, they would leave him alone. No such luck.
As soon as he walked out of the shower his towel was gone, someone hit them with theirs, another shoved him back against the wall. He pressed his body against Billy’s and grinned.
“Do you wanna have fun love? I’ll show you fun.”
The boy’s friends stood around, watching and laughing.
Billy tried to force himself not to cry.
The boy’s friends slowly quit laughing, and one of them spoke up. “Dude, you can’t seriously rape him. That’s so against the law.”
That’s all they did to try and stop him.

Billy ran out of the school as soon as the bell rang, he didn’t even stop as his friend called his name. “Leave me alone Chris!” was his only indication he’d heard him at all.

The next day Billy got up and headed to school before his mom came to get him. He didn’t even bother to put his hair in a ponytail.
He walked to school, staring at his shoes, letting his hair hang in front of his face.
He reached the grounds and kept walking, right into the building, straight to his locker. Someone was waiting for him.
Billy showed no indication of knowing the person was there.
“Billy?”
“Leave me alone.”
Billy’s voice was cold as he reached his hand into his pocket.
“But Billy-”
“I said leave me alone or I’ll shoot.”
Chris froze.
Billy looked up, straight into Chris’s bright green eyes as he held the gun pointed directly at his face. Two hands on the gun, finger on the trigger.
A crowd was starting to gather, someone ran to get the principal. Chris just continued to stare at Billy. He felt horrible, how could he not have seen that Billy was in trouble, how could he not have known?
“Billy, just calm down.”
“Not a step closer, or I’ll shoot.”
“Billy-”
Billy pulled the trigger, but Chris had come close enough to reach the gun, he lost a hand but kept his life. He visits Billy every day.
Maladran Zachary
Moral of this story: Never let me have a pencil and paper.
Actual moral of this story: Never pick on people, you don’t know what you might do to them.

I love the morals...they rock man. Ali-kun does too. ^^ This is an awesome story, and I love it as well. *hugz* u a tewwifc witer...oh yeah. ^^

*nods* very good story, like how it shows how they pick on him and then kinda unexpectedly expected turns to him with the gun at school.

Yeah...thank you. So much. I'm glad you like it. And yeah...I'd had the idea for that for awhile and finally wrote it...a little hard though to write a story when that's the only plot ya got. LOL

wow..thats kinda powerful...really good.