The alarm clock snapped him out of his heavy sleep. He opened his eyes, one dark green and the other milky-white, blind from an incident when he was but a toddler. Yawning, he turned his head to see Grinner already out of bed, pulling on his socks. He saw that Terry was looking at him and smiled, showing his amazingly white teeth. "Good stuff last night, Tear-Bear," he joked, his pink tongue gliding over his teeth as he talked. Terry watched with morbid fascination. "I got to get going though, P.E starts early..." He stood to his feet and left the room.

Sighing, Terry rolled out of bed, collecting his clothes, which were strewn about the room. He slipped into some pajamas, taking his school uniform and fresh underwear to the showers just down the corridor. He trudged into the room with a few other boys, the white tiles cool under his bare feet. It had been awhile since he last stood in the dorm's bathroom, and looking at it now made him not miss it one bit.

The showers were set against the wall, with only small dividers in between each one. Some boys were already showering, their nakedness there for anyone to see. Terry closed his eyes and turned one on of the showers, taking off his clothes and jumping in. He turned the temperature dial until the water was burning hot, just the way he liked it. As he was cleaning himself, another boy appeared. This one was called Phillip, but Terry called him Python for... Well, reasons.

"Good holiday, Terry?" Python asked him, peeling off his underwear and joining him in his shower. "I hope you don't mind a quick pick-me up." Terry turned around and obliged.

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He was finally done cleaning himself, and was dried, dressed and fed as he made his way to art class. He found it easily enough and waited outside for the teacher to let them in. There didn't seem many students that were in his class, which made him smile.

"Had a good holiday, Faggot?" someone laughed cruelly next to him, making him turn to face his bully. A big boy called Brycen. He called him Pig. He looked away from him, knowing that Pig only continued if his victims retaliated. Or if he had an audience. Of course the other boys didn't even pay attention to him.

How Pig got into art class, Terry had no idea. The boy barely passed English. How could he know how to even hold a brush? This image made him chuckle to himself as the door opened and Mr Seridano appeared before them. If Terry could call him something, he'd call him Bubble. But he never disrespected teachers by calling them nicknames.