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- Jun 26, 2013
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Curtis sighed softly, his body sweating profusely in the school's gymnasium. It was gym class for the boys and it was a lot of work. After running, jumping, pulling, pushing, and every other type of movement they could do, they were forced to do push-ups and sit-ups. Since the boy was pretty much a twig in terms of body strength, it was not long until he collapsed. Thankfully, the teacher's whistle blew at the same time, signalling class was over. Glancing up at the teacher, he saw the girl's gym class already walking off to their own locker room.
As he struggled to his feet, a few of the nearby jocks laughed at him. "Oof!" He groaned, a slight kick to the side connected, falling onto his stomach once again as they laughed louder. "Fuckheads" He muttered as they walked off. Finally getting to his feet, the boy took his bag and walked towards the changing rooms.
Curtis was a young boy of fifteen, a loner and considered a nerd or geek by everyone around him. While normally that wouldn't be enough cause to leave him friendless, he just so happened to be the favourite punching bag of all the jocks. They wouldn't literally beat him up... not yet at least. All they mostly did was push him or put him in a locker every now and then. He was thankful that that was all it was. The boy hard short brown hair, and glasses that somewhat hid his decent looks. Muscles were basically non-existent on his thin arms, but there was some hair under his arms and pubic hair that was thankfully hidden by his clothes.
He wished that he didn't have such a shit life. No one respected him or treated him seriously. He had no talents other than his book smarts, but when he graduates, that would be useless too. For once, Curtis wanted to be recognised for something... but he would need to be extremely lucky for something like that to happen.
Just as that very thought crossed his mind, a blinding flash of light filled the room, but once his vision returned, it seemed as if Curtis was the only one that saw it. Confused at what that was, he shook his head in disbelief as he entered the changing rooms. Unfortunately, he was too preoccupied by his thoughts that he entered the wrong room.
The door opened and shut, and not taking note of his surroundings, the boy took his shirt off and began to get changed.
As he struggled to his feet, a few of the nearby jocks laughed at him. "Oof!" He groaned, a slight kick to the side connected, falling onto his stomach once again as they laughed louder. "Fuckheads" He muttered as they walked off. Finally getting to his feet, the boy took his bag and walked towards the changing rooms.
Curtis was a young boy of fifteen, a loner and considered a nerd or geek by everyone around him. While normally that wouldn't be enough cause to leave him friendless, he just so happened to be the favourite punching bag of all the jocks. They wouldn't literally beat him up... not yet at least. All they mostly did was push him or put him in a locker every now and then. He was thankful that that was all it was. The boy hard short brown hair, and glasses that somewhat hid his decent looks. Muscles were basically non-existent on his thin arms, but there was some hair under his arms and pubic hair that was thankfully hidden by his clothes.
He wished that he didn't have such a shit life. No one respected him or treated him seriously. He had no talents other than his book smarts, but when he graduates, that would be useless too. For once, Curtis wanted to be recognised for something... but he would need to be extremely lucky for something like that to happen.
Just as that very thought crossed his mind, a blinding flash of light filled the room, but once his vision returned, it seemed as if Curtis was the only one that saw it. Confused at what that was, he shook his head in disbelief as he entered the changing rooms. Unfortunately, he was too preoccupied by his thoughts that he entered the wrong room.
The door opened and shut, and not taking note of his surroundings, the boy took his shirt off and began to get changed.