"Fucking Fag!"

I wanted to die!

"Hey Steve....his glasses!" Jake called out, as I attempted to get myself out of the piss trough but my hands slipped on a urinal mint; causing me to fall back on to my side, cracking my right cheek hard.

I let out a pitiful sob.

"Don't!"

Not my glasses.

I looked across to see my glasses four feet away from me, and Jake standing over them, foot hovering above them, ready to stomp.

"Fuck up Dork!" Steve quickened on his feet back over to the urinal and flushed it again, and laughed, before spitting on me.

Down came Jakes foot.

I closed my eyes hearing the glass shatter, and cried harder.

"....and that.......Urie is for.........being you!" Jake called out, taunting me.

"Come on J- let's go. We'll be late for track," Steve called out in a softer, amused tone.

I heard footsteps moving away from me, then the bathroom door swing open, and shut.

Only then I opened my stinging, weeping eyes.

'Why me? What have I ever done so bad to make these kids hate me?' I thought, scrambling out of the trough, being careful that I didn't slip again. I was soaking wet, but that didn't bother me.

The smell did.

Piss and what ever else was making my clothes stick to my skin.

Once out of there, I crawled over to where I found my glasses. Glass shattered and the thick black frame broken in two, at the bridge.

I sat next to them burying my head into my knees and howled.

I hated this school.

Collecting my broken glasses in hand, I stood up and walked over to the mirror.

"You are.....a dork Brendon! Nothing but a........fucking loser!" I said tomy reflection, leaning in so I could see myself better. Not just a blur. Boofy, fuzzy awful mousy brown hair, pimpled covered forehead, cheeks and chin.....and those braces....

I looked down to my body. Runt was the only word I could think of. A friendless runt.

I didn't want to be me.

Why couldn't I be them? Why couldn't I be the Alpha male for once?

Pushing away from the mirror using the basin, I sighed.

What was I do to now?

I couldn't go to class like this. It'll just make what is already pretty bad, worse.....maybe the worst day ever. I visioned everyone laughing at me, but that was nothing new. Smelling like this, with blue urinal cake stains on my shirt and jeans..........and going to class would only prompted the idiots of this school to do it again for a laugh.

Maybe earning me another derogatory nick name starting with the word piss or urine.....which I already got because of my last name.....Urie.

I couldn't go home, because I rode the bus and I'd have to wait until 2:15 when school finishes, and it was only 11am. I could go home, I decided. I was going to walk.

What was I going to say to my parents about my glasses? Shit.....the frames are like $200 that they don't have.

The lenses I have money for.

Sneaking out of the bathroom and into the hall way, I made my way to my locker and without being caught by hall monitors, I grabbed my bag, stuffed my books into it, and ran out of the school.

I didn't care that it was an hour walk in the heat. I hoped that I'd get so hot that I'd pass out and die of...heat exhaustion...heat stroke...I didn't care.

No such luck.

I checked my watch. It was just before midday when I turned into my street.

I picked up my pace, wanting to get inside, strip off these malodorous clothes and get straight into the shower before mom or dad came home from work.

Standing in the shower minutes later, I scrubbed every part of my body, but just couldn't seem to rid myself of the odour of urinal cake and piss.

How did my day all come down to this?

My day started so normal. Arriving at school, I attending my English Literature, and Drama classes, which I loved and it really was the only thing at school that kept me sane. After class at recess all I seem to have done wrong was go to the bathroom to piss.

Steven White was 16, in tenth grade and Captain of every seasonal school sport going. He was a prick, but everyone loved him. The girls cooed every time he passed in the halls.....and he could do no wrong. Everyone loved him.

Everyone but me. I seemed to be the 6'1" blonde jocks target for some reason. Already this year, my head has been flushed in the toilet five times, I've been tripped, kicked, punched in the stomach a few times......
It's not just him. It's his friends...girls and boys that 'pick me' as their token piece of amusement.

I wished that they would one day see past the me they hated and saw that really, I was an okay guy, and leave me alone.

I couldn't tell mom and dad. They'd throw a big fit and take me out of the school and it'll start all over again, but with new people. I couldn't go to another school anyway because this was the only high school in my district. Don't get me wrong. This is nothing new to me.

It's always been this way, but now I'm 15 and it's been happening for so long, it's really starting to get to me, breaking me down more easier than it used to.

After dressing in my standard fashion of clothing of a plaid fawn shirt with a white Singlet underneath, and dark brown casual wear pants with a pair of new Warrior Classic Suede Desert Boots, I walked two blocks to where my Optometrist was.

"Hiya Brendon. How are you today?" Mrs Pines, the receptionist asked, smiling brightly at me.

I smiled back close mouthed like usual. I hated people seeing my braces. Smiling mouth closed became habit over the past year.

"Hi Mrs. Pines. Um, is there anyway I can get new lenses for my glasses today fitted? I broke them," I lied, feeling bad. I hated to lie and I was really bad at it. Lying and swearing just didn't suit me. Maybe because I didn't do it enough to be convincing to myself or anyone else.

"Sure. I can get it for you now. It'll be $48. Is that okay?" she asked as I handed over to her my broken glasses.

"That's okay. I'm going to fix the frame at home," I noticed her looking at the frames confused and about to ask something.

"Okay. Won't be long," she continued to smile, checking my file to work out what strength in lenses I needed.

Back at home with my new lenses, I found some masking tape, and taped up the bridge of the glass frame.

'Nearly good as new,' I thought, placing the glasses back onto my face.

Mom arrived home at 4pm from work.

"How was your day Brendon?" mom asked, smiling, as I helped her in with a little bit of shopping.

"Okay. Mom, I have a note for you to sign. I want to join guitar club, and there is a vacancy there. Mr McLean said that I'd have to have the note back by tomorrow or he'll fill the spot. Can I join? Please?" I asked, following her into the kitchen.

She then looked at me strange.

"Brendon? Would you mind telling me what happened to your glasses?" she asked, looking very interested.

"I um....I sat on them. It's okay mom. I fixed them," I said, looking out of the kitchen window to see a Furniture Van pull into the drive way across the street.

"We don't have the money at the moment to buy new frames, you know that. Not while we're supporting three kids in College," mom said, walking over and inspecting them.

"I know. I fixed them. It's okay," I smiled, looking at the concern on her face.

I then looked back out of the window to see a car pull up just behind the van, and four people got out. A man, a lady and a boy and a girl around my age maybe.

What did I care, really. I couldn't make friends if I tried.

I sighed, looking back at my mother.

"Do you need anymore help? If not, I'm going to go take Snoopy for a walk."
I was talking about my dog I've had since I was six. I was a big Peanuts fan and well....she got the name Snoopy. Yes she.

It turned out that she didn't need any help, so off I went with Snoopy. To be honest, the only reason I was walking her was I was really curious as to who had just moved in across the street.