You shake the thought of running away from your mind. No, they make examples of boys who try to run away from their fates. You've seen the punishments given out to fellow students who have tried, being digested in the slowest possible manner, after several days of being used as a toilet seat for the girls. Just thinking about it makes you want to gag, and furthermore your mom makes you watch the show 'Man on the Run' every week, a reality show which shows how the courts discipline men who have attempted to escape their fates. Some of those have been even worse than what they do at school. You recall the episode where one guy was placed in a large pit and about twenty girls all barfed up their stomach contents, including stomach acids, until the pit was half full with acids. They showed various clips of the man's two weeks of agony, as many of the best clips they could fit into the half hour time slot anyway. It was disgusting and horribly cruel, but your mom and two sister's loved it. As much as you hate the little brats, you'd rather be fat on one of their little butts than half to face the consequences if you ran away. So, with a sigh and a heavy heart, you walk the two and a half blocks to school, showing up a whole fifteen minutes early since you left home much earlier than norm.

As you walk through the school yard, one of your friends, a black haired boy named Nathaniel, approaches you. "Good morning, Mark. What's with you? You look as if you've gotten your third tardy from Ms. Yummerbottom." Nate says, giving you a pat on the back.

You turn to him and give him a fake smile. "Morning Nate. I might has well have, one of my sister's are going to eat me tonight." you say grimly. You envy Nathaniel, he is an only child and his mom is super nice, not to mention a babe, although you've only just started to take an interest in her.

"Ouch. Tough luck, Mark. The porcelain grave, every guy winds up there eventually." your friend tries to console you. His words do little to comfort, though, as every day you have lived for the promise of living to tomorrow, and now you no longer have a tomorrow. "Still, it's better to be done in by someone you love rather than some stranger on the street."

You make a face. "Ewwwww.... have you even met my sister's, Nate? They are totally disgusting and gross. Just this morning, they let out a massive fart in my room. I had to get dressed in that stench." you say, sticking out your tongue with disgust.

Nate sniffs you. "Peeyuuu.... you aren't kidding. Well, at least after tomorrow they can't pick on you anymore." he states, taking a small step away from you now that he realizes that smell is coming from you.

You sigh and shake your head. "Thanks a lot, Nathan." The two of you stop just outside the doors to the school, since students aren't allowed in until the bell rings. "If I had to choose, though, I'd rather be eaten by your mom. At least she's nice to me." you tell him, not mentioning the fact that you think she is totally hot, as that would upset him.

"Heee~y Markie!" calls out a familiar voice behind you, that makes you cringe and the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up.

Who is it who is calling you?