[ WP ] You wake up in the body of your bully and found out why they resort in violence

`` TOM! Wake your lazy fucking ass up and go to school! I will NOT tell you again.'' 
 
 The voice booms through the house so loudly that the bedframe rattled. I hate school, I wish I could just sleep all day. If I go to school, he'll just call me fatass and throw rocks at me when coach is n't looking, or he'll take my backpack and make me beg for it back, or he'll pull down my pants in front of Julie again. I do n't want to go. 
 
 Rolling over onto my stomach and clutching my pillow to my head does nothing to muffle the noise. 
 
 `` TOM! You little shit. Get up this instant or I will beat the shit out of you!'' 
 
 I pull the pillow tighter over my ears and push my face into the mattress. That's when the smell hit me. Mom washed these sheets yesterday, why do they smell so awful, like BO and wet dog all at once. I reel away at the stench, and the streak of sunlight falling across the bed reveals yellow and brown stains. Ugh. What is going on. Then I felt the scratch of my blanket, like an airplane blanket, covered in holes. This is n't my bed. 
 
 I sit up and glance around the room. Everything is gone. No computer. No Lego sets on the shelves. Nothing. All my posters are gone too. The walls are blank, except for a fist-sized hole in the drywall. This is n't my room. 
 
 `` TOM! What the hell is going on?'' Heavy footsteps come up the stairs, but only a few, like someone who is skipping steps, bounding closer and closer to my room. The voice is outside the door now. 
 
 `` I said WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?'' 
 
 As I come out of my morning stupor I realize that I'm not Tom. I'm Frank. Tom is an asshole I have class with who torments me every day. 
 
 The door slams open, and a man I've never seen before barges in and punches me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. 
 
 He stands over the bed while I gasp for air. 
 
 `` That'll teach you to be lazy you little shit! That's why your mom left, she could n't deal with how fucking useless you were. Now go to fucking school. NOW!'' 
 
 He punches me again before he stomps out, in the exact same spot. I ca n't breathe. When I do take a breath the stench of my sheets makes me gag. 
 
 I roll out of bed onto the floor. The pain in my stomach, the smell, the yelling. What is going on? Sitting on the floor, I try to piece together reality. 
 
 Without 30 seconds passing I hear the voice again. `` What the FUCK did I tell you boy?'' I hear footsteps on the stairs again, and I desperately scramble to put on the only clothes I can find. The dirty ones on the floor next to my bed. Too late. 
 
 I have one leg into my jeans before he grabs me by the arm and drags me out of the room. In the hallway I spot myself in a dusty, cracked mirror. I'm Tom. Before I can even begin considering my situation, I'm falling down the stairs. I tumble to the bottom and hit my head on the floor. 
 
 `` You should be more careful around the house, or you'll get hurt. You hear me boy? Would n't want you to get hurt now, would we? Now get to fucking school, or I'll have to wake up your sister too.'' He throws a pair of sneakers at me. They miss my head and slam into the front door. 
 
 Without a second thought I run outside, forgetting the shoes. More shouting comes from the house as I sprint down the street in my socks, the gravel tearing at my feet.
