Simon hates school.

He hates everyone there. All useless pieces of trash either fixated on their phones, keeping up the latest trends or busy being assholes. They’re all spoiled, entitled and useless.

Simon hates them because they are all better than him. They get nice things at home, love, presents, attention, he gets to warm himself up a microwave dinner on a good day.

And now he’s in a new class once again, in a new school full with people he doesn’t know, with his face still burning hot where his father’s handprint lingers. He could’ve at least stuck to beating him where others won’t see.

It’s the third new school this year that he’s attending because he missed so many classes that he got suspended. Not like it’s his fault that he can’t show himself when he’s beaten green and blue.

He says nothing when the teacher introduces him and takes a free seat in the back row of the class, ignoring their curious stares. He doesn’t want these people looking at him, doesn’t want them to interact with him. Not that anyone would like to anyways. He knows what he looks like. Like trouble.