Philip Fioyd-The Nerd

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"A mask. Everyone has one. To hide their true emotions."

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In Northwest High, someone was pushed to the lockers by force.

That unlucky person is Philip Fioyd.

Philip: Gaahh!

It was a male student that pushed him.

Male Student: Tch. Nerd. Watch where you're going or you'll get your ass beat! Are we clear?

Philip: S-Sorry....

Male Student: I SAID. ARE WE CLEAR?! SPEAK UP WUSS!

Philip: YES!

Bully: Good~! See ya nerd!

Philip had his blonde hair, brown eyes, and he wore oval-shape glasses. His school uniform was a blue vest with a white uniform shirt underneath, matching brown pants and shoes.

Philip sighs as he gathers all his work off the ground before heading to class...

To which he was late...

Great...

Philip opens the door and all eyes were on him.

His math teacher looks at him from the chalkboard. She gave him a Stern gaze.

Teacher: Late again for class Mr. Fioyd? What's your excuse this time?

Philip: I...uh...fell?

The teacher sighs in disappointment while the class giggles at him.

Teacher: Please make it to class next time. Honestly, you used to be one of brightest students here and now you're fooling around? Why do you bother even coming to school?

Philip took all of that and sighs. He can't believe he's getting scolded for something that's out of his control. It wasn't his fault for being late...

Philip: Sorry Ms. Hamilton. I won't do it again.

Ms. Hamilton: Good. Now take your seat.

Philip nods as he walks towards his seat. Some of his classmates glare at him while others just sneer.

Philip was almost to his seat when he suddenly fell to the ground!

Philip: AAAH?! Oof!

One of the students tripped him with his/her leg.

The rest begin to laugh and snicker.

Me. Hamilton: Mr. Fioyd!

Philip: I-It's okay...C-Clumsy me!

Ms. Hamilton: Do I need to write you up a detention?

Philip: N-No ma'am.

Ms. Hamilton: Then take your seat and stop fooling around!!!

Philip nods and goes to his seat.

As class starts once again, Philip tries to focus but couldn't as he felt something hit him in the hair...

It was a spit ball...

He looks behind him in irritation to see who was messing with him.

It was Steven Darrel.

He was one of the popular kids in school. The guy had lots of friends which most of them were jerks who sticks up their asses or just bullies who act tough.

Philip hated him...

This guy was always making his life miserable.

He just hope the guy would leave him alone now.

But it seems that wasn't happening anytime soon.

Another spitball hit him in the face this time.

A few on-lookers that were watching chuckled.

They chuckled while he fell in despair....

Another spitball...

Then another....and another...

He had enough...

Philip: STOP THAT!!!

Philip then realized he said that out loud because now he had the attention yet again...

And Ms. Hamilton...

Ms. Hamilton: MR. FIOYD! DETENTION!!!

Philip stuttered in horror. Detention?! On his permanent record?! No...This can't be happening...He never got in trouble like this before...

Philip: B-But...he...

The look on the math teacher's face silenced him.

Ms. Hamilton: It's obvious you don't care about your education since you like to make outbursts in my class. So for that...You will have detention for the rest of the week. Do you hear me young man?

Philip:.......Yes.

The teacher went back to the chalkboard but gave Philip another warning look.

Philip sits back in his seat. He now really wanted to be away from class and go to the chess club. His only safe place to be at.

Steven again throws a spitball at him.

The poor nerdy boy then begins to hear the whispers all around him.

Haha...Wuss~!

He deserved what he got coming to him~!

Have fun in detention weakling~!

Why do nerds like you exist anyway?

Ugh...His glasses annoys me...

He acts like he's one of us. How pitiful.

Wouldn't it be better if this nerd would just get lost already?

Nerd.

Wuss.

Weakling.

Nerd!

Wuss!

Weakling!

Nerd!!!

Wuss!!!

Weaking!!!

GO DIE. Hahahahahaha~!

Philip Fioyd was trying to hide the tears falling from his face...

Why does everyone hate him?! What did he do to deserve this?!!!

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