I awoke with a start. I was sitting in my fourth period Math class, bored as hell. But being in the math class was better than being trapped in the nightmare that I had just been having but for the life of me could not remember. I was now in grade eleven at crappy, useless, Highland High. ‘I hate this school’ I thought to myself miserably. I watched as a piece of paper flew and hit my arm. Slowly I bent, picked it up, and opened it. All I saw were the words I hated to see together…”faggot” and “jonathan” before I crumpled up the piece of paper.
“Mr. Davis glad to see you’re with us once again” my teacher, Ms. Grieson said coldly.
“Sorry” I muttered. ‘I just wish this day would end’ I thought bitterly and as if on cue the bell rang.
“Enjoying your faggot sex fantasies there Jon” Russell Wallings- the biggest jerk- and jock said, giving me a shove. I didn’t say anything but my anger boiled up inside. The worst thing was that this guy was going out with my sister, Alyssa and I’d probably see him later tonight.
As I walked down the hall I heard the snickers- this was an everyday thing. My hands shook and my palms were sweaty as I fiddled with the combination lock of my locker, 36-25-14. When my locker opened I threw my stuff inside and grabbed my books for History.
I really hated going to History because to get there involved passing the gym, where all the jocks were. They made fun of me constantly and I knew that today would be no exception. I was wearing my favorite Duran Duran shirt and a pair of tight, torn jeans with leopard print tights underneath and my favorite A.D.I.D.A.S running shoes. As I passed the gym where people were coming or going I hung my head letting my brown hair, which I let fall in my face. My step-mom had made me cut my hair at the beginning of the year so short that I was forced to see these people. The comments started as I walked down the grimey hall, my sneakers squeaking with each step on the dirty tiled floor. “Pretty boy” “Pussie” and worst of all “Faggot” followed me down the hall.
‘One of these days I’m gonna snap and show all of you’ I thought as tears stung my eyelids.