All Chapters of Stutter Boy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Last hour was chemistry. Chemistry teacher Mrs Allen had brought two racks of test tubes to class, filled with different acids and alkalis along with some metals to teach their combined reactions. She said the chemistry lab was under maintenance and she could only take us to the lab next week.Everyone hurries out of the class room with their things, as soon the bell rings. I am the only one remaining inside except for the teacher who is carefully placing the test tubes back inside the racks. Soon she finishes the task and looks at me. "Aren't you going?", She asks." Yeah..I'm g..going.", I say and stand up." can you do me a favour of taking this test tubes to the lab ?", She asks. I think for a moment about saying 'Sorry, I am in a hurry'. But that would probably sound rude as I was sitting here so leisurely. And I don't want to earn this teacher’s dislike too. So I nod. "Okay, lab assistant will be there. Just hand it to her." S

Last hour was arts. Arts teacher Miss Anderson just told us to draw a scenery. I wasn't actually in a good mood to draw and I ended up drawing my typical sketch of a river with cherry blossom on one side and a blurry ashy hill behind. But it wasn't bad. I got an A for it.I'm somewhat good at drawing and that's why I choose arts as my elective subject. My Dad apparently draws well. He has done a few exhibitions of his art works and all. Okay, let me agree he's a great artist and that's probably how Eve and I got the talent. I only got a very small part of it but I know Eve has got it all. She already draws well and I know she'll become a really great artist when she grows up.So the last bell rang a few minutes ago and currently I'm hastily heading towards Michael's dorm, slinging my bag on my shoulder, thinking about something. Yeah What else? Michael itself.I was just thinking what elective subject he has chosen. Will it be Arts by any chanc

Nate's POVI shut the door as soon as Ethan steps out. Locking it, I go to my bed and collapse down, heaving a sigh. I hate Ethan. I hate him so much. I hate the fact that he looks like Alex. I hate this school. I hate my previous school too. I hate every school. I don't want to study anymore.No I take it back. I want to study. I just hate going to school. I should better do home schooling.Lying on my bed, I involuntarily tear up. I can't bear this anymore. I don't have any idea what I should do. I'm scared to go to class. I'm scared seeing people. I'm so pathetic. I'm a loser. Tears run down my both cheeks one after another.Suddenly my phone rings near my ear making me flinch. I grab it and look at the caller ID. It's my Mom calling. I quickly wipe away my tears and breathe in and out a few times, trying to calm myself down. Then I answer the call." Hello Mickey..", My Mom says enthusiastically from the other si

Ethan's POVIt's Monday morning again and I'm currently walking towards my dorm room to start with the new week. I headed from home a bit early today so it's only 8:30 Am now. I know this week too is going to be hectic. By saying that I mean last week was really terrible for me. I ignored Michael the last whole week. Luckily I didn't have to bully him. But friday I happened to see Kevin and Tony manhandling Michael in the boy's toilet. I was about to enter the toilet when I saw them having a terrified Michael pinned against the wall. I quickly turned and walked away. I couldn't stand and see any further.I thought I could easily ignore Michael. But it was a really hard task. It was impossible to not stare at him during the Calculus class. I realized Michael really has some effect on me in the last few days. I couldn't believe I literally cried as I lied waiting for sleep in my room on Friday night. I'm sure Michael is being bullied not only by my fr

Miss Anderson steps into the class in a few. " Good evening guys, so today you all just have to draw the pencil portrait of a girl. Try to finish it this hour itself. If you are planning to submit it next week, then let me inform you, your grades will be lower no matter how beautiful your drawing is. ", she says and walks to her chair in the front and sits down. " Now is there someone who hasn't submitted last weeks assignment ?"Michael stands up from his seat and raises his hands a little. " You are the new student, right ? What was your name ?", Miss Anderson asks taking her register where she records our assignment marks." Michael Clark.", Michael replies." Okay, where were you last two weeks ?", she asks." I was not well.", Michael replies." For two weeks ?"" N..no. I was not well on b..both Tuesdays."" What is that ? Tuesday fever ?", Miss Anderson asks and a few people laugh. " Is i