Disclaimer:
Kingdom Hearts, The World Ends With You, Final Fantasy and all that good stuff doesn't belong to me, obviously.

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As I made my way through the halls of the school, I dreaded what was going to be coming for me today. The time is 10:30 in the morning, so it's only natural that the halls would be as empty as they are right this very second. I tried to pretend to be sick this morning, but I guess my mother is a lot smarter than she let off. Mum found out that I really wasn't sick, but only pretending when she came back home from work because she had forgotten her glasses, and found me sitting in the Living Room, with a bowl of potato chips in front of me and Xbox controller in hand.

"You gotta go to school bub."

"But Mum, I hate it there!"

"Listen to me, I love you very, very much and I want you to have the best future you can possibly have. Here, I wrote you two notes for today. One because you're late, and the other to get out of sport."

"Thanks Mum, love you."

"I love you too."

The conversation was running over and over in my head, until I finally reached the door to my Maths classroom. I could always run away, and not go to school, but I'm fairly certain that Mum would've called the school to tell them I was coming or something. I pushed pause on my iPod, and the song stopped mid-sentence as I took my headphones out from my ears. My hand grasped the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door forward to see 24 sets of eyes all staring back at me.

"Ah, good morning Roxas," my teacher, Mr. Minamimoto greeted me. "I presume you have a note explaining why you were late for class today?"

I nodded, and gave him one of the slips of paper that Mum had given me before I left for school. He took the paper and examined it, before nodding and letting out a sound that signalled that he was satisfied with the authenticity of my note and the reasoning for my lateness. "Thank you. You can now take your seat. Also, could I please see you after class?" A few snickers went around the room, as I nodded and trudged to my seat at the back of the room. By now the time was 10:37, so there was no point in doing any work since everybody had already packed up and were talking within themselves.

My eyes darted around the room, looking for any signs of a new student who had just transferred in today by any chance, because they wouldn't have any friends yet so I would finally have a chance at making some myself. But what am I kidding, on the off chance that there ever is a new kid in my class, they usually end up hating me like everybody else. But I guess I'm used to it, I'm nothing but a total social outcast. Not even the nerdiest, dorkiest, most forever alone and un-likeable person in all existence would want to be friends with me.

I could feel something sliding down my left ankle, when I realized that the clasp of a bandage wrapped around said left ankle had come off. As any ordinary person would do, I bent down still in my seat to fix up the bandage so that it wouldn't fall off. As I was doing this though, I heard somebody yell something that I couldn't make out, and the whole class erupted with laughter and chants of the word 'faggot'. Sudden realization hit me, the position I was currently sitting in made it look like I was giving myself head. When the bell for recess rang, tears stung the corners of my eyes as I buried my face into my desk, and cried. The class all eventually left, until the only people in the room were myself and Mr. Minamimoto, who was currently sitting on the desk beside me. "You okay kiddo?"

I slowly sat up, wiped my eyes and nodded. "I'm fine, Mr. Minamimoto."

"You can just call me Sho, you know. I don't mind, well, I actually hate it when people are all formal like to me."

I nodded again and started putting my pencil case, organizer, and laptop back into my black and white checked backpack, when Sho placed a small stack of about thirteen pieces of paper into my desk. "What are these?" my voice kinda trailed off at the end of the sentence, as I was flipping through the pieces of paper covered in mathematical formulas and questions.

"Just some worksheets and tips to help you catch up on all your work. There's also an assignment in there somewhere, too. I know you'll be able to handle it though. You're a very intelligent boy, Roxas. Don't put that to waste."

"Thanks Sho. I'll see you on Monday." I put the sheets into my bag with everything else and made my way to the door, where I would have to face the next four and a half hours by myself, as always. But on the bright side, it was Friday and I can just leave all of this, even if it is for only a couple of days.

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As soon as I got home, I dropped my bag and flopped onto the couch. Staring at the long cut on my right arm that I had acquired today, I decided that now would be a good time to go and clean it up. I made my way to the bathroom, where I cleaned the cut with antiseptic and put a long Band-Aid strip over it. After closing the medicine cabinet, I stared at the boy inside the reflective mirror surface. He had messy blonde hair, dull cerulean blue eyes, and his face was covered in cuts, bruises, Band-Aids and scars. There was also a large dark area over his left eye. I sighed and went back downstairs to the living room, where I regained my previous position on the couch and began flipping through channels on the television, before settling on something about home renovation. I wasn't going to watch it of course; I just like the background noise. Not long after, my eyes began to droop and I fell asleep.

While I slept, I didn't have 'sweet dreams'. No, I had horrible nightmares. It was back when I used to have friends, and a fair few of them too. But then, everybody got disgusted in me and started calling me things like faggot, poofter, wanker, father-fucker, retard, shit face…. It was what happened last year that started how I am now. I screamed out in my nightmare, and not long after I was awoken by two long slender arms wrapped tightly around me, and a kind, angelic voice telling me things like "It's okay now Roxy" and "It was just a dream".

"Mum..?"

"Shhh, calm down Roxy. It's all okay now." She was rocking back and forth, still holding me tightly in her arms. My mother is the most amazing woman I have ever met in my whole life, and I don't know what I would do without her. She has bright Sapphire Blue eyes, fair blonde hair which she always has pulled over the front of her right shoulder, and she is always smiling. She is fairly short though, I'm only 16 and am already about five inches taller than her. Her main hobby is painting or drawing, and most of the art around our house is by her. When I was younger, she was always there for me. She helped me when I got hurt. She bought me candy when I was upset. She took time off work to care for me. She taught me how to draw. A few years ago though, my father really hurt her both physically and emotionally, and since then she has cared for me a whole lot more, if that was even possible. Mum has a heart the size of the sun, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I slowly wrapped my arms back around her and squeezed her a little. "I'm okay now, Mum. I love you so, so much."

"I know you do bub. Now, let's get you some dinner, eh?" She took my hand and we walked to the kitchen to have dinner, and not long after I went to bed.

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Author's Note:

Okay, so…
I guess that this is somewhat based off the song Rolling Girl by Hatsune Miku, since the original title of this fan fiction when I started writing it was actually called Rolling Roxas and actually was based off of the song.

I'm sorry if I've made some spelling and grammatical mistakes anywhere. And no, if I added a 'u' to any word, or the fact that I write Mum instead of Mom does not count as a spelling mistake. It is simply because I'm Australian and my laptop Autocorrects stuff like that.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of this crappy story of mine!