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Another day of going unnoticed outside of school, another day in which nobody cared. Whether he was there or not, everyone else would go on like nothing changed. And in school, the only place where people noticed him, he was hated.
He went back to the Dr. Bomb’s Evil Lair and immediately locked himself in his room.
He needed to vent.
His bedroom was covered wall to wall with posters of various edgy indie bands, bizarre video games, and Sentai TV shows.
He took out his phone and plugged his headphones into the hole at the bottom (so his dad wouldn’t yell at him for playing loud music again) and spaced out.
He stared at the ceiling blankly.
How long had he been staring at this ceiling? Hours? Years? Seconds?
Yeah, it was seconds.
Anti-Bravo thought about why his life turned out the way it did.
He was worthless to his father, and even the people who were nicest to him considered him a joke.
He turned up the music until it could cause permanent eardrum damage.
Thankfully, he didn’t have ears.
The music blasted out all of this thoughts racing through his head.
It was nice.
A few minutes go by, and then the music completely stops
He then realized only had 2 songs on his brooding playlist. He really needs to expand it sometime.
Now he just lies there staring at the ceiling, waiting until he has to go back to school.
Nothing could soothe the murky depths of his soul.
Expect Nega-Pigeon.
And Cousin.
And a really good video game.
Crap, his murky soul is soothed way easier than he thought.
And after 2 more hours of brooding and messing around, Anti-Bravoman went to sleep.