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by Wei_Wuxian on Fri Sep 17, 2010 10:50 pm
Here I was again, walking down these dimly lit hallways towards my locker hoping that no one would notice me, for once let them not notice me. With a soft smile I walked on, keeping to myself, not letting anyone see my face which had a small cut from a fight with my boyfriend, that bastard, I should have pushed him down the stairs but I loved the douche bag. Shaking my head, I progress towards my locker, seeing the dim glow of the light hitting the metal number tag, 148.
I was so close but yet so far. If I could just get to my locker, get my books and get to this new class I would be alright. I could make it the rest of the day without those muscle headed jocks constantly teasing me about my sexuality. For once I wish they'd just leave me the hell alone. I'm gay, that much is true, from the first time I set eyes on a guy, around the age of fourteen, but to hell if I want to hear about it every single day upon every other hour, it's as if they've never seen a gay guy before although half of them are either gay, bisexual or have homosexual tendencies.
As I stated above I'm gay, but I don't look the part. I wear baggy clothes, my hair is always in a messy state, I'm rather muscular and I practice martial arts and train nearly every day. I cut grass, work on my car, pretty much all the things a stereotypical straight guy does, only I'm not straight. I know what you're probably thinking. Straight guy trapped in a Gay guy's body, but that's not the case at all.
So, I finally make it to my locker and finally get it open and what happens? Some asshole comes by and slams my locker shut, calls me a queer and attempts to get away, but I forcefully stop him by slamming him into the locker and giving him a pep talk.
"So what is it? You want to screw me or something you pessimistic little bastard," I yell.
"Man let me go," He replies in a scared high pitched voice which makes me laugh as I release him.
"Yea, get the hell out of here you jackass," I say kicking him in the ass and watching as he tumbles over. That's another thing about me, I'm not fragile and I will fight back. This school will give me equality, they will stop messing with me and I will show them that I am the last fucking soul they want to mess with.
I grab my books out of my locker and head to my class, a new teacher, an interesting teacher, one of which I haven't met yet, but I was both eager and yet calm, wanting most of all for this day to be over.
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