School Days

Summary: Ever wonder what life was like for our favorite child staker when he was young? This was just a random story I thought of when I was watching Freddy's Dead: The Finale Nightmare.

"Freddy!" A voice called as it filled the room. "Godamned it, Freddy! Wake the hell up, boy!"

The voice belonged to a man in his mid to late thirties. The man had on a white shirt that was stained with alcohol, and some other strange substances. His hair and beard were greasy. He gazed upon a somewhat sleeping boy, about twelve years old, with sandy blonde hair. As he yelled he unfastened his belt.

'Not again.' Freddy thought when he saw what his dad was doing.

Dad took the belt, and began to smack him with it.

Freddy whinced after each blow. It tore open old scars, and they began to ooze, along with some new ones. The old man always avoided his face, or else someone might see. The last thing he wanted was for someone to take away his, punching bag.

Freddy's morning was always like this. Wake up to a drunken bastard, get beat, get changed, wait for the bus, got to school, get picked on, come home, get beat some more, find something to eat, go down in the basement, sleep, and start the whole process over again. Sometimes he'd get lucky and mom would be home. She'd always give him something to eat instead of finding a way around the old drunk. Not to mention he only got one beating.

"Now come on!" The old man screamed. "Get ready!"

Freddy did as he was told. The first thing he did, though, was get some band-aids for them new cuts. He was so thankful the old guy upstairs didn't notice he stole these.

When he was finished placing the bandages on his back, sides, and some other places, he got changed. His usual outfit consisted of a red shirt with a green vest. Then, again, it was his only outfit. Freddy then brushed his hair with his fingers, and ran outside to wait for the bus.

It was mid October. The weather was cold, and so was he. Freddy thought it was much better freezing out here, then it was to be inside with his dad.

Within minutes, a large yellow bus came up Elm Street.

'Finally!' he thought as climbed up in.

Freddy normally sat by himself. He liked it that way. No one bugged him, or picked on him. The jocks on the bus always had a tendency to bulley the kids who were adopted. He knew he was adopted, and that hell they call a school, never let him forget it. He was a mistake. Never meant to be born, but it happend. The kids would usually call him "Son of a Hundred Maniacs."

This was true however. No one knows who his real dad was because his mother was raped in an asylum. Thier were excactly one hundred patients were Amanda Krueger, his mother, was accidentally locked in.

'Just seven more hours, Fred,' he thought to himself. 'Just seven strenuous hours.'

About ten minutes later, the bus pulled up in front of the Springwood Middle School. All the students got off the bus and headed towards the door, and went to thier home room class.

Freddy sighed when he reached the door. "Just one more day, and it'll be the weekend!" He said to himself. Freddy walked through the doors.

Authors Note: I hope everyone enjoys the story! I will update it soon! Sorry for the short chapter!

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