This is simply a fictional story. Any similarities between real people and the characters are purely coincidental. Also, if you haven’t read them, refer back to chapters 1 through 3 of this story on my profile.

Enjoy!

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5 AM. Once again, the day had a crappy start. Edward was tired, very tired. His muscles were sore, he felt hungry and angry and overall horrible. Still, he forced himself out of bed, changed into his exercise gear which consisted of a tee, his gray hoodie, track pants and running shoes with high socks, to keep his calves warm. He sneaked his way downstairs and outside, going on a run in an empty fuel tank. He started making his way to Kelly’s home again, but turned back sooner than the previous day because of his muscles’ state, re-entering the house at 05:30AM.

He took a shower, changed into the tee-jeans-boots with jacket combo, put his hair up on the usual ponytail do and left the house at exactly 6AM, walking the whole way to school. He was in an extremely bad mood, and used the time it took him to get to school from home to cool down enough to not explode on an innocent person. He got to school at 7AM, finding very few people on campus. They mostly didn’t look at him twice, and he peacefully made his way to his locker. He sorted his things and got the things he needed for his next class ready, went to his classroom, occupied his usual desk and rushed his homework from the previous day until the bell rung.

He managed to finish his homework in time, handing it out to the first period teacher, his Geology teacher, Ms. Margaret. His classmates noticed his bad mood, so they didn’t even bother him during the duration of class, and as soon as the bell rung Edward made his way to the cafeteria, got his lunch and left the cafeteria, forsaking his usual hideout which was the football field and heading to the gym, looking over the basketball court from the bleachers. He ate his lunch in peace for what seemed like the first time in ages, then walked around campus during the break, still trying to lighten up his mood until he accidentally bumped into a very familiar Latina.

“Que carajo?” Esmeralda sounded out as she stumbled forwards, fighting to regain her balance “Sorry, I wasn’t looking and ended up walking into you” Edward apologized quickly before trying to slip away, but the woman apparently didn’t want to let him go so easily “What the fuck is wrong with you? You walk around like you don’t have eyes, and then you act like a bitch. Do you have no balls at all?”

Edward was already in a bad mood, but this pushed him over the threshold as he slammed each of his hands on the wall behind Esmeralda on either side of her head “You want to know what the fuck is wrong with me? What’s wrong with me is that life fucked me over several times with a cactus dildo. First, it cheated me out of my mother. Then, out of my father and into abusive relatives. Then, I had to leave my little sister with those fuckholes we call uncles and come here to try and get my life in gear but some other FUCKHOLES DECIDED THAT PLAYING LET’S FUCK OVER EDWARD WAS THE RIGHT THING TO DO! And now, a fucking stuck-up girl who decided to screw with me by sometimes giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes, and other times looking at me like I was covered in horse shit calls me a fucking spineless wimp with no balls. If you want to know if I have balls so much, I might just fucking show them to you!”

Edward was mad, fuming mad. Mad at himself for being unable to help his sister, for letting one little taunt make him explode and mad at everything and everyone simply for existing.