As Olly waited for class to begin, he took a manga from his light green messenger bag, a yoai manga. He opened it up, leafing through the pages. He smiled at a particularly funny scene, running his fingers over the the worn, slightly faded page. He has read this one so many times, he knew it word for word. Suddenly, he heard a slow, lazy, familiar walk headed his way, and he bit back the groan of disdain that threatened to escape his lips. His manga was suddenly swiped from his hands. He glanced up meekly to see Ethan, the school bully, leafing through the pages, a mocking expression on his face.
"Yoai manga, huh, Olly Dolly? That's... So... Gay! I would think you're really a girl, with a face as pretty as yours. Are you hiding a girl body underneath those baggy clothes?! " he threw the manga to the floor and reached out, grabbing Olly's hoodie and pulling at it, laughing as Olly struggled to yank the cloth from the stronger boy's grip. Ethan laughed cruelly and suddenly let go, causing the smaller boy to be thrown back against the seat. Olly bit back a cry as his spine slammed against the thick, hard plastic of his chair, the seat tipping back a little before righting itself. Olly shrunk down into the seat a bit as Ethan walked away, laughing in large snorts. He kept his gaze downcast, too afraid to glance up, and picked at the tear in his oversized hoodie where the bully's nails had caused some damage. Talons, some called them. Olly blew out a small, quiet sigh and meekly peeked around him, some students were staring at him, some were glaring, quite a few were smirking. It made him slightly uncomfortable and his hazel gaze landed on another small male nearby, whom was intently reading his notes. His hair was brown with white streaks, and his eyes were an emerald green colour, and he was known to be shy and reserved as well, but, for some reason, Ethan didn't seem to bother him. Lucky kid, Olly thought. I would hate to see him face Ethan's wrath. He hoped he hadn't witnessed the bully taking advantage of him, but, the whole class had noticed the incident, so no doubt the other boy did as well. Olly absentmindedly chewed his fist, then reached down to where his manga had been thrown to his feet, and lifted it into his lap, assessing the damage. The cover had been bent and torn in the corner, and a page or two had been folded. Olly preferred his belongings to stay in a tidy, well cared for state. He hated the fact that the manga he treasured the most was badly damaged at the bully's hands. He blinked back tears, biting his lower lip. No, he would not cry. It would just give thee class something else to laugh at. Suddenly, the teacher waltzed in in her no nonsense fashion, and, instead of listening with interest as usual, Olly allowed his mind to wander back to the conversation he had heard earlier, about the haunted hospital. He drew his small, slender left hand into a small fist. Maybe... Maybe, if he could go to that hospital, just to prove that ghosts did not exist, he would maybe be seen as brave and strong, and everyone else would finally respect him. Maybe.... He let out another quiet sigh, turning his attention to the lesson.
((Phew! I just had the sudden urge to type all this. XD))
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Ryder