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[June 30][Original] A Day at School
Title: A Day at School Day
Theme: June 30 / a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now
Series: Original / Misfits
Character/Pairing: Kev Darren.
Rating: I don't believe in ratings but I'd say PG.
Of course, Kev had been the victim fo said teenage boys. How could it have been any different? He was younger than them, scored higher in tests than most of the class and didn't have to study much to do so. He didn't have friends -- how could he? -- and he spent study hall doing his homework instead of trying to boast his popularity, something he didn't have, never would have.
It didn't help that he was an orphan and former foster child; in fact, it made thinks worse but Kev was as good at school as at ignoring his fellow classmated. It was so easy compared to everything he had been through in the last eight years. He didn't mind that they talked about him behind his back; he thought it to be very amusing that they would waste their energy talking about them. It was refreshing when compared to all the years at orphanages and foster homes and on teh streets when he had been invisible unless he got himself into trouble, something he had done every once in a while when he had run away and on the streets he had been invisible as well.
In his foster families, life hadn't necessarily been pleasant. When faced with abuses in a system that didn't care about the children that were in it, it was easy to deal with the other teenagers. After all, he had been through, being beaten up half-heartedly every once in a blue moon was not a problem. The insults could not be taken seriously when coming out of the mouths of pubertary boys who were cocky enough to claim that they knew the real world adults couldn't grasp when everything they knew was the save and guarded life in the suburbs.
Kev thought about all this wile they ambushed him in the hall. A punch connected to with his jaw and he smiled. One day he would teach those kids how to throw a real punch. Until then, he took the beating and the verbal abuses with a defiant grin on his face that disturbed the kids so much that they retreated before they could do any real harm, something he had learned to do on the streets.
Kev got up and walked to the lavatory while the kids walked away laughing at him. He washed his face where his lower lip had parted, washed off the blood that was running down his chin and slicked back his longish dark hair after lowering his head into the sink to wet it, to cool his head.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked older than his fifteen years. He wasn't hurt, Lilah and Harris probably wouldn't even notice -- at least he hoped so. He hated school, knew that he only had to attend because he didn't have the classes he needed to graduate. That was something that annoyed him much more than being the victim of bullying. He wasn't an alpha male; didn't think it would be a good idea to develop such characteristics because that would only get him into trouble.
When he did feel aggression well up in him, he retreated to somewhere, where he could be alone, where he couldn't hurt anyone and therefore ensure that he would stay with Harris and Lilah. No violence and you can stay forever, he had been assured. And for the first time in years, he felt comfortable, at home. And if he had to restrain himself to ensure that he could stay with them, he didn't mind doing so. The other boys could do whatever they wanted to, they would never get him to give up what he had just found in life.
Theme: June 30 / a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now
Series: Original / Misfits
Character/Pairing: Kev Darren.
Rating: I don't believe in ratings but I'd say PG.
Of course, Kev had been the victim fo said teenage boys. How could it have been any different? He was younger than them, scored higher in tests than most of the class and didn't have to study much to do so. He didn't have friends -- how could he? -- and he spent study hall doing his homework instead of trying to boast his popularity, something he didn't have, never would have.
It didn't help that he was an orphan and former foster child; in fact, it made thinks worse but Kev was as good at school as at ignoring his fellow classmated. It was so easy compared to everything he had been through in the last eight years. He didn't mind that they talked about him behind his back; he thought it to be very amusing that they would waste their energy talking about them. It was refreshing when compared to all the years at orphanages and foster homes and on teh streets when he had been invisible unless he got himself into trouble, something he had done every once in a while when he had run away and on the streets he had been invisible as well.
In his foster families, life hadn't necessarily been pleasant. When faced with abuses in a system that didn't care about the children that were in it, it was easy to deal with the other teenagers. After all, he had been through, being beaten up half-heartedly every once in a blue moon was not a problem. The insults could not be taken seriously when coming out of the mouths of pubertary boys who were cocky enough to claim that they knew the real world adults couldn't grasp when everything they knew was the save and guarded life in the suburbs.
Kev thought about all this wile they ambushed him in the hall. A punch connected to with his jaw and he smiled. One day he would teach those kids how to throw a real punch. Until then, he took the beating and the verbal abuses with a defiant grin on his face that disturbed the kids so much that they retreated before they could do any real harm, something he had learned to do on the streets.
Kev got up and walked to the lavatory while the kids walked away laughing at him. He washed his face where his lower lip had parted, washed off the blood that was running down his chin and slicked back his longish dark hair after lowering his head into the sink to wet it, to cool his head.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked older than his fifteen years. He wasn't hurt, Lilah and Harris probably wouldn't even notice -- at least he hoped so. He hated school, knew that he only had to attend because he didn't have the classes he needed to graduate. That was something that annoyed him much more than being the victim of bullying. He wasn't an alpha male; didn't think it would be a good idea to develop such characteristics because that would only get him into trouble.
When he did feel aggression well up in him, he retreated to somewhere, where he could be alone, where he couldn't hurt anyone and therefore ensure that he would stay with Harris and Lilah. No violence and you can stay forever, he had been assured. And for the first time in years, he felt comfortable, at home. And if he had to restrain himself to ensure that he could stay with them, he didn't mind doing so. The other boys could do whatever they wanted to, they would never get him to give up what he had just found in life.