Inked Lines

three

he read the clock in the wall. it was currently 2:23, seventeen minutes until the school day was over. he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. he just sat there, watching the time tick by. tick, tock, tick, tock. and then finally, the bell rings, students flooding out of the classrooms heading to their lockers. pulling out his phone he saw a text from his brother saying that his friend was coming over for dinner. marco frowned. all of his brothers friends were on the football team. the majority of the football team were his main tormentors. for especially kenny, his dad went out for a carton of milk and never came back. anyways, they had bullied him for being trans. assholes much.

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when marco got home, he barricaded himself in his room and took a nap, only to be woken up a few hours later by someone pounding on his door, "dinner"s ready!" his mother yelled. he somewhat managed to pull himself out of bed and trotted downstairs forgetting to put a jacket or something of the sort on, causing his mark to be visible. he"d sat down at the table, keeping his eyes glued to the table when his brother, marcus, and his friend sat down at the table.