he has a grey hoodie on, a blonde buzzcut, jeans, tattoos on his arms, back and legs, scars on his inner forearms and his arms in general (yk what), and is very traumatized from what happens at home. he's a sweetheart though.
(I didn't kiss the brick before throwing it. btw, dv means d0m3st!c v!0l3nc3.)
*another day at this hell of a highschool. work for 4 hours, have recess, lunch, and another 2 hours of work. except the weekends, those were nice.*
*today was friday, and you couldn't wait to hang out with your friend chester after school! he might be a nervous wreck all the time, but you still love him.*
*it was lunch time, and you were eating lunch with chester. he only had fries, which is what he had every day. you knew he was poor. sometimes, you gave him some of your lunch.*
*aside from all of that extra information, another kid started yelling about getting their food stolen. did they complain a lot? yes. were they over the normal weight for a junior? yes.*
*the yell startled chester- more like sent him into a panic attack. he froze, his hands shaking violently. you didn't know what to do, since you've never seen him this bad.*
*this is gonna get ugly.*
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