I set up wincing as I moved to get up from my air mattress. As I stood I heard the sound of the air mattress losing air. I had to make dad his breakfast and clean the house! I put on the only clothes I have a pair of boxers one sock, 10 year old shoes, a ripped blue dirty shirt and ripped jeans at the knees. I climbed up my basement stairs knowing what might be awaiting me. I quietly opened the door because my room is in the basement. Daddy said I should be glad to have such a large area. I started to dust, sweep and mop the living room, then I moved on to his room doing the same. I had to be at school I'm 10 minutes but I live 20 minutes away. I know I'll get in trouble but I had to go. I raced out the house making sure to lock the door; with my one note book and a small pencil. I had made it but I was really out of breath. I need to work out some more. Haha who am I kidding. Daddy said I'm too weak for that. I walked to my locker without nobody hitting me thank god. Oh while I catch my breath I'm Max Franklin. 16 and I'm can say that everyone hates me including my family well my dad. I don't see the others. I had light brown hair that was in a pixie cut. I have dark brown eyes. I'm 4'9 and mostly weight less than 90 pounds but it's ok. It will get better. I opened my locker to get my art book. The only thing I own that cost more than a dollar. Me and my dad didn't have a lot of money and besides I don't deserve it. I headed to English my first class of the day. My teachers don't like me either so I sit in the back by the window. "Oh my god do you even wash up?! You smell terrible!" A girl sitting in front of me with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I looked down. I don't smell that bad. I didn't know her name but she moved away from me. I looked at my hands. I had some black stuff and a couple bruises. I pulled out the pencil and my art book. I started drawing. It's was only a per sketch of myself. The rest of the children walked in. Everyone set way from my like usual. Except one of my main bullies was Dan, he walked over and set right next to me. "Hey smelly how's life?" I quickly closed my art book and put it on the floor by the window way from him. "L-l-leave me alone." "Max it's called a shower." He moved closer to me. The teacher didn't even care. He never did. Dan's hand went to my shirt and ripped it more. "Haha oops." Now there was an giant hole on the side of my shirt. He went on by ripping my jeans more. "Dan pay attention!" Mr.Cooper yelled. Dan laughed and moved away talking with his friends. I looked down. Daddy is not going to like this.

When the bell rang I rushed out to the art room. Our art teacher miss. Right was kinda nice. She wouldn't let the girls in my class bother me. She don't like bullies. Class went on the same we just had to draw backgrounds. My next class Science, Global, math flew by fast. I got hits and insults but nun to harsh. "Gay, faggot, whore, waste of space" but it's ok. I know because it's always worst at home. I walked to gym. They give you school gym clothes. I walked to the locker room and quickly changed then was out of the locker room before anyone got there. The gym teacher likes me. I walked over to him. His name is Sean pine. "Hey max how is your day going?" "R-ripped my shirt again." He looked at my legs and arms. I had some bruises on then it you could barely tell because I slept in the basement. "Max every time I seen you here you have more bruises. Do you want to tell me what's going on? Home and School." "N-n-nothing. I just fell running here." "Fine. I won't push it." Oh thank god. The other boys started to file in. "Go take a seat max." I walked over to my side of the bleachers. Nobody ever sits by me but I don't care. At least I'm not getting hit.

"Ok today we're racing! In partners!" The class cheered. He started listed off the groups. "....Justin F. And Max F...." my eyes widen. When people were started to get with there partners I ran to Sean. "C-can I just sit out? I-I-I'm not a social person." "Don't worry Justin is my nephew. He's really

nice."