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Här är tråden. Handlingen kan vi (antar jag?), så skriver inte den här.
Mallen vi använder oss av:

Namn:
Ålder:
Utseende:
Bakgrund:
Övrigt:

Namn: Alex
Ålder: 17
Utseende:
Bakgrund: Han har alltid vetat att han är gay men hans familj är minst lika homofobisk som skolan
Övrigt: Är mobbas och därför ofta tyst, han föredrar att bara slinka undan och att folk inte vet att han är där.

Utseende:
Namn: Noah Addison
Ålder: 17
Bakgrund: Född och uppväxt i London, därav hans charmiga brittiska accent. Bor tillsammans med sina föräldrar och sin yngre syster: men på grund av sin dröm om att få studierna klara och vid sidan om spela ishockey har han flyttat till ett internat med bra lärare och chanser.
Övrigt: Homosexuell. Han känner dock inte sig själv och är väldigt osäker på hans känslor, det är åtminstone vad han alltid skyller på.

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I was just walking towards my locker when I saw the usual gang that bullied me, I runed my back on them bu I wasn't quick enough. They sprinted after me when I started running. When they cought up to me, as they always did, they pushed me against the wall and the bigest one, Max, held his hand on my neck so I could barely breathe.
"Hey fag, we saw you and tougt thet we havent beaten you up good in a few days now, it's almost s thoug you're avoiding us."
I tried to shake my head but all they did was laugh and punch mme as hard as they could in the face. My body went limp and i could barely move. Max and one of the other giants picked me up and carried me to one of the empty classrooms. Luckily for them there wern't any teachers there and only one student. She was at least two years younger then me and looked horrorfied when they carried me in to the room.

"And this will be all for now," Principal Jennings said to Noah. "Do you have any questions?" The elder woman glared at the young boy, who shakes his head.
"No, ma'am." he answered respectfully. Principal Jennings smiled and opened her mouth to wish him good luck - when a younger pupil came running towards them.
The girl couldn't explain what had made her so horrified, instead she begged the principal to follow her. Of course Noah's curiosity took over, so he followed them to the classroom. There were four boys. Noah couldn't tell what they were doing but they weren't up to good, that's for sure.
"Mr. Cornwell! What on earth are you doing?!" The biggest one of the team turned around and gasped. He was in big trouble now, at least by judging the look at the principals face.
"Boys, my office now!" Principal Jennings made her way to the door. She looked quite shocked to see Noah standing there, but she hadn't expected the new boy to follow her.
"Please come to my office later, I must take care of these gentle men's now." Noah nodded and peeked in to the classroom again - when the boys had left. Left alone was a guy with black hair.
"What did they do to you?" Noah asked him with soft voice and took a step towards him.

I was curled up into a ball when the bo approached me. I sat up when I heard his voice, it wasn't harch but kind and caring.
"They beat me up as usual..." I replied whith a thin voice.
I lifted up my shirt to show him the bruises if it wasn't clear enough when he saw my nose bleeding. This was the usual beaating I had to endure and nothing special, I was almost alwas sore in one place or another. My grades weren't thet good since I often skipped class to avoid bullies. I stood up thinking he probably didn't care about me and I really just wanted to be alone. Before wlking to the door i pickd up my bag.
"Goodbye." I mubled as I walked past him.
The corridor was still empy and I set course towards my room.

Noah raised his eyebrow. As usual? So this inhuman treatment was something this boy had to go trough every single day? That was at least how Noah perceived the incident. But before he could say anything, the boy left the room and Noah didn't feel like running after him. If there was something serious going on - Noah wasn't the right person to talk to. He could not possibly understand.
Instead he made his way to the clerk's office. She didn't seem much older than himself.
"How may I help you?" she asked. Since the principal hadn't given him a roomkey, Noah expected that the clerk must know something about it.
"Oh, so you're the new boy? Welcome! My name is Nadia. One moment.." About two minutes later, Nadia faced him once again.
"It seems like your room's still under construction. I hope you don't mind staying with someone else, just for this week." Noah wasn't too happy to hear that he had to share his room with someone else, but after seeing Nadia's worried face expression, he couldn't anything else but agree. It was only for a week anyway.

I was a bit dissapointed the boy hadn't followed me, that confirmed my assumptions he really didn't care. When I got to my room and had gone inside I went over to my bedstand opened the top drawer and took out a razor. I than continued in to the verry small bathroom only contanig a sink. I sat down on a stool wich I had placed there a long time ago and pulled up my sleeve. The arm underneeth, my arm, was coverd in cuts. Big ones, small, long, short, deep, shallow. I put my hand on the edge of the sink because the sink is the easiest place to clean, I then proceeded to make the first cut. I flinched as the razzor cut in to my arm, it hurt but not as much as it had done the first few times, I'm more used to the pain.
After twenty minuits I wash my wrist and cleen up the sink. Tears are dripping down my face and all I could think of doing was to lay on my bed being angry at my self for the pain I caused. That's what I do, I'm alwasy angry at my self, I always tell my self I can stop but it never works, all it does is making me more likely to self-harm again.

After receiving the room key and a detailed explanation later, Noah left the clerk's office and began walking to the building next to 'the school'. It was very quiet here which Noah appreciated after the chaotic start of the day. He opened the door to room 390 and to his big surprise the boy from earlier laid on his bed.
"Oh, hello there," Noah greeted and smiled a bit nervously. "I'm supposed to share this room with you for this week. My room was under construction or something like that." he explained and closed the door behind him.

I quickly wiped away my tears and stood up, making sure to cover my arms with my hoodie.
"Oh... Ok." I responded quietly because I was afraid he might hurt me like everyone else. "Just one problem thoug, there's only one bed." I added still wating to crawl in to a ball and dissapear.
I want over to my bed and sat down, than I took out my phone and in-ears to listen to some music, mainly because he hadn't started to hit me yet.