Finding My Own Music
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,850
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
An Introduction to the Worst
AN: No flames please... you are the one who clicked on this fic to read it in the first place.
Like I said in the disclaimer, I do not own any of the Harry Potter charries. Terry Bolden, however, is mine. And Cameron Davis belongs to Areli.
Chapter One
Nothing changed from when I moved up to the second year from the first year. Well… that’s not entirely correct. Nothing got better… everything just got worse. The people who picked on me in my first year learned some new words to call me- figured out that if they punched me hard enough in the face that I would bleed- and noticed that whenever they called me a girl or a baby I would throw a fit.
Because they gained all of this new knowledge, I had to do the same. But it was hard… especially since everything they said or did made me pissed off. I just wanted to attack them and make them hurt like they hurt me- but I couldn’t. I… I tried once, and it didn’t turn out well… seeing that I’m weak. Very weak. They countered easily and gave me a black eye that lasted for weeks.
So now I just try to ignore them. When they speak to me, I walk away. When they try to beat me up- I run. I try to stay as far away from them as I can. It sometimes works, but most of the time I can’t really do that. Some of them are in my classes. Oh, by the way, ‘them’ and ‘they’ are a group of boys- bullies- that bother the unfortunate and miserable, like me. They vary in age, but they’re all horrible. Even the ones that are younger than me.
I hate them… I hate them more than I hate anything in the world. Wait… that’s not right. There’s something… someone that I hate more than them, though technically, he is part of them. He’s not really in their group, but he’s friends with some of the people who are, and even though he doesn’t hang out with them, he’s the worst of them all… that one Cameron Davis.
Oh how I hate him…
He’s never physically hurt me, but what he says… he might as well stab me in the gut. He teases me in what would seem like a peaceful or friendly manner, but we’re not friends, so what he says to me is just plain inappropriate and embarrassing. I don’t even know if he’s allowed to talk to me in ‘that’ kind of way. And, I guess I would get over it if he said it to me in a nicer manner… but nothing about him is nice. He’s just a nasty fourth year, and he always will be.
“Oh, Bolden, looking as girly as ever, I see. Have you found someone to fuck that cute little ass of yours yet?”
“You only argue with me because you like me… admit it, you little fag.”
“Are you absolutely sure that you’re a boy? Really? I think you’re lying. Let’s go to the nurse and check, shall we?”
And those were the relatively nice things that he said to me. But… the way things are going now- if he continues to make my life miserable- I don’t know how I’ll continue to live. Suicide is wrong, but that boy… that demon… he’s making it seem like a pretty nice idea.
Like I said in the disclaimer, I do not own any of the Harry Potter charries. Terry Bolden, however, is mine. And Cameron Davis belongs to Areli.
Chapter One
Nothing changed from when I moved up to the second year from the first year. Well… that’s not entirely correct. Nothing got better… everything just got worse. The people who picked on me in my first year learned some new words to call me- figured out that if they punched me hard enough in the face that I would bleed- and noticed that whenever they called me a girl or a baby I would throw a fit.
Because they gained all of this new knowledge, I had to do the same. But it was hard… especially since everything they said or did made me pissed off. I just wanted to attack them and make them hurt like they hurt me- but I couldn’t. I… I tried once, and it didn’t turn out well… seeing that I’m weak. Very weak. They countered easily and gave me a black eye that lasted for weeks.
So now I just try to ignore them. When they speak to me, I walk away. When they try to beat me up- I run. I try to stay as far away from them as I can. It sometimes works, but most of the time I can’t really do that. Some of them are in my classes. Oh, by the way, ‘them’ and ‘they’ are a group of boys- bullies- that bother the unfortunate and miserable, like me. They vary in age, but they’re all horrible. Even the ones that are younger than me.
I hate them… I hate them more than I hate anything in the world. Wait… that’s not right. There’s something… someone that I hate more than them, though technically, he is part of them. He’s not really in their group, but he’s friends with some of the people who are, and even though he doesn’t hang out with them, he’s the worst of them all… that one Cameron Davis.
Oh how I hate him…
He’s never physically hurt me, but what he says… he might as well stab me in the gut. He teases me in what would seem like a peaceful or friendly manner, but we’re not friends, so what he says to me is just plain inappropriate and embarrassing. I don’t even know if he’s allowed to talk to me in ‘that’ kind of way. And, I guess I would get over it if he said it to me in a nicer manner… but nothing about him is nice. He’s just a nasty fourth year, and he always will be.
“Oh, Bolden, looking as girly as ever, I see. Have you found someone to fuck that cute little ass of yours yet?”
“You only argue with me because you like me… admit it, you little fag.”
“Are you absolutely sure that you’re a boy? Really? I think you’re lying. Let’s go to the nurse and check, shall we?”
And those were the relatively nice things that he said to me. But… the way things are going now- if he continues to make my life miserable- I don’t know how I’ll continue to live. Suicide is wrong, but that boy… that demon… he’s making it seem like a pretty nice idea.