As we all know, high school isn’t for the weak.

School isn't easy. It literally doesn’t matter what is supposed to be happening at school, I would always rather stay home and stare at my ceiling for nine hours than step foot in that building. Going to school is so exhausting. I feel like an actor every time. If only people knew that I’m breaking on the inside .....                                      

[ Renjun’s POV ]

I was raised in a good loving family. My brother, Winwin gave me everything I could have wanted and needed. I got a good education. I did extremely well in school. I don't disobey my brother. I don't smoke. I don't drink alcohol. I don't cheat in exam. I do my homeworks. I respect my teachers.

Yet I have been ditched as I was perceived being not cool and socially awkward. 

And some people at my school told me I am a bad, cold, worthless and rude who knows how to hurt others— just because I have trouble coming up with things to say. I come across as cold just because I choose to stay at home instead of hanging out with them.

From the outside looking in people would think I have a perfect life. But the truth is the word perfect makes me cringe. I choose to stay home because my brother doesn't allow me to go out. Yes, I am 17 year-old-boy who still need my brother permission to go out. My brother start taking care of me after we lost both my parents in horrible car accident. My brother are probably concerned for my safety and well-being. I understand that. I understand the fact that he don't want to lost his another family— again. I’ve explained everything, but why they never understand?

• ———————

The early sunrise shone through the window, illuminating the room like a fragmented show slowly dragged Renjun from deep, dreamless dream. Opening his eyes he glanced at the clock; it said six fifth-ten a.m.

“God.” He sighed. “It’s just starting a day and I just want it to be over.” He thought.

Climbing out of bed he ambled into the bathroom. As he washed his hands and face he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

“Good morning, Huang Renjun. And welcome to another ty day. Enjoy your ing self.” He talks to his own reflection in a mirror before back in the room to get dressed.