First day of Junior year in a new town and I’m already an outcast. Just because I stood up for a Freshman, who might have been gay, this morning.
Sorry, no one deserves to be picked on based on sexuality.
But now I’m a target.
All morning people have been shouting stupid things like ‘faggot’ and ‘queer’ at me. I don’t stand up for myself because they’re not wrong. I am bi-sexual. I came out to my parents two years ago, and they were pretty cool about it.
But my old school wasn’t. We ended up moving here because of the harassment, not just from students, but teachers as well. It was pretty bad.
I’m also not going to deny that the kid I stood up for was hot. He was. I don’t know, I like a guy with piercings. He’s two years younger than me though. I think that’s a little weird.
I glanced down at my schedule and made my way to home room, mostly avoiding the jocks. For some reason they always have a problem with me! I’m just too cool for them.
I sat in the back of the class when I arrived. Moments before the bell rand a girl with dark blue and purple hair rushed in, trying to hold all her papers with one hand.
“Almost late on the first day, Ms. Jones.” The teacher said without turning around. How did he know her already?
“Sorry Dad.. Shit… I mean Mr. Jones.” She stuttered.
What the hell? That’s her DAD!?!