Chapter 1

Its been four years, since he been adopted, adopted by his abusive parents, four years since he been their punching bag, four years he had to listen to their complaining about how they had to spend money on him just so the public won't find out how messed up they were.

they never told him why they decided to adopt him, what's was the point if they were going to beat on him.

they adopted him when he was eight, and nothing changed, sometimes he felt cursed, he moved from one abusive place to another.

he's now twelve and in middle school, he barely go; not like anyone cares or anything.

he's the only child no siblings or pets. he doesn't think he should say he have parents since they are barely there, he's only twelve but he's been left in the house by his self so many times you would think he live alone.

after showering and getting dress he walked down the stairs and left out the house.

his supposed to be parents are too good to give him a ride, so he walk 9 miles every day. 

it takes him about two hours to get there, But all the teachers whine and cry about him being late. It's not like he ever does anything in class, he mostly sleep throughout the class.

after the two hours was up and he  finally arrived at school. he did what he usually do which was going straight to class, and ignoring the teachers protest. as soon as he walked in the class the other students started murmuring, but he ignored them and took his seat.

"You're late Yuka" the teacher voice rung in his head. he shrugged his small shoulders and laid his head down on his desk like he did every week.

"Teach do something! he does this everyday suspend him!" one of the female students yelled while pointing his way, but he didn't react.

his head stayed on the desk while they all attempted to make him feel bad by shunning him, he was used to it what can he say.

He raised his head as if he was interested in today's lesson "something caught your interest  Yuka?" the teacher smirked while pushing his glasses up.

"yea, the restroom, can I go to the restroom?," He asked while getting up and pushing in his seat.

"just come back" the teacher replied while continuing with the boring lesson.

He left the classroom and roamed down the hall, he stopped and looked outside and spotted the kids that were in gym, the way they smile with one another made him depress.

but then again when he think back on his parents and how people hurt him, it just made him angry.

"oh, Yuka" a boy around his age stopped and looked at him, he glared his way instinctively as he continued to walk pass him.

"Yuka, wait" he grabbed his wrist, but yuka snatched away.

"don't touch me!" he winced before snatching his wrist away. he rubbed his sore wrist while he stood there watching him.

"are you hurt?" Thanks boy approached him making Yuka back away.

"I didn't mean to" he apologized. his golden eyes were so deep, you could get lost in them.

"stop talking to me" he turned away from him and strutted down the hall "oh yeah, Yuka!" he called out to him, making  him turn to him for a second.

"you're not that scary after all" he smiled, after Yuka turned away.

"annoying" he mumbled, after coming to a complete stop again "why do I feel so angry?" he grinded his teeth "why do I only push people away?" He asked himself "where are you supposed to be?" a teacher approached him, his eyes were a dark green and his hair was black going pass his neck, his chiseled face looked pale.

he bent over slightly as if he was trying to remind him of the question "school" he answered while looking away from him "I know that, but why are you standing in the hall?" he questioned in bewilderment "why are you worrying about it?" He couldn't help but ask.

every other teacher looks at him and keep it moving but him. why does he care? He wondered.

"come with me" he grabbed Yuka forcefully yanking and pulling his arm.

his strong hands felt almost like his foster dads as he dragged him to his office, he begin to panick, he pictured him dragging him in his room and started thrashing around. his wrist ached as he dragged him alongside him, his blue eyes were filled with fear and anger, as he tried to pry his hand off of his wrist.

" let go of me!" He shouted. they were walking pass other classrooms, and disturbing them as he shouted and yelled. the hall was filled with students and teachers alike trying to see what was going on, instead of shouting and yelling he shut down.

he didn't speak or show any of his emotions. he was like a doll that just started following him.

"that wasn't hard at all, was it?" he asked as they walked into his office it was fairly neat. he had books stacked by his desk, with a computer sitting on his desk, and bookshelves by the entrance of the door.

Two chairs sat in front of his desk and he gestured to one, gesturing him to take a seat. he was scared and angry but didn't show it.

"Yuka what's the matter?" he asked bending down to his seat but he just stared straight ahead ignoring him.

"I have to call your parents" he warned while standing up. he walked over to the phone and picked it up.

"say something, he's calling them, just speak already!," He panicked in his head. he was emotionally drowning in his own thoughts as he heard him press the numbers.

His heart beat picked up and he tightly grabbed on to the seat.

"Hello? this is Mr. Yagami, I'm a teacher at your son's school, and I think it's better for everyone, if you and your husband could come in so we can have a discussion about him, together, to find out what his problem is" he informed her