"Wake up, citizens of Bakersfield! It's Monday morning! You know what it means for you students and you people getting ready to go to work! Deal with it!" announced the radio DJ on Jonathan's alarm radio. "You don't have to remind me!" moaned Jonathan, burying his head deeper in his bulging pillow. "Guess what? East Highland High actually WON a football game! Can you believe that?" continued the DJ. Scoffing, Jonathan lifted up his head, grabbed his radio and smashed it against the wall. KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK! "Are you coming down for breakfast or can I give your breakfast to the dog?" asked Lisa from the other side of the door. "We don't have a dog, Lisa!" growled Jonathan. "Our neighbors do! Get your ass dressed and come down, little bastard!" ordered Lisa. Retreating footsteps made Jonathan angry. WHY IN THE HELL DOES SHE HATE ME SO DAMN MUCH? Jonathan screamed in his thoughts.

Fifteen minutes later, Jonathan got dressed in his usual tight blue jeans, a faded Duran Duran T-shirt and a torn up pair of Adidas sneakers. "Sit your ass down beside Rachel! Don't you hurt her again or you'll get the same treatment!" warned Lisa, gliding a glass filled with orange juice on the table. It went to Jonathan, but all he did was stare at it. Knowing that it was now gross because it was warm. Rachel removed a piece of her long black hair and revealed the shiner Jonathan gave her. "What will the cheerleading squad say now?" asked Rachel, growling. "Tell them that Tim beat you up...again! When in the hell are you gonna dump his ass?" asked Jonathan, raising his eyebrows. "You're just jealous because he hates you and picks on you all the time." remarked Rachel, grabbing her plate and putting it by the soapy sink.

Another day at stereotypical East Highland High. In every corner there were preps, jocks, cheerleaders and other stereotypes that made that high school "great." Everyone looked at Jonathan like he didn't belong there. A jock remarked one day that if he stopped wearing makeup, women's clothes and those blue jeans, he'd get women. Then, the jock cracked up and corrected himself meanly, "Oh, I forgot! You prefer guys!" The surrounding people laughed. It made Jonathan blush and hide his face behind his knotted, brown hair. RIINNGG! First period bell. World History with the bitch of all teachers, Mrs. Gray. Jonathan hated her with all his heart and Mrs. Gray knew it. She enjoyed watching his face get red and get pissed off. Watching her students and others suffer amused her in some sick way.

Announcements came on first. The principal announced first, "We finally won a football game, boys and girls! Thanks to our amazing football team and Ryan Taylor for making that winning touchdown!" Ryan Taylor. He was the @#%$ that made Jonathan's life a living hell. Ryan Taylor was the first one to start that whole "faget" joke. Jonathan noticed Ryan sitting a few rows over. Right in front while Jonathan sat in the last row by the wall in the final seat. "Thank-you." ended the principal. Ending with all the speakers having a scratching noise in them. FINALLY! thought Jonathan, shaking his head.

Twenty minutes into Mrs. Gray's lessons, she asked a question a third grader would know. "Who was the president during the Civil War?" Jonathan shot up his hand. Mrs. Gray's eyes rested on him. She rolled them and said with a yawn in her tone, "Mr. Davis?" "Abraham Lincoln." replied Jonathan, also with a tiresome tone. "Correct. Nice that you are actually paying attention this time." Mrs. Gray said, having the same, twisted frown on her wrinkled face. "Wannabe!" coughed Ryan. The word was still audible. "Loser!" coughed one of his friends. "Queer!" coughed a third friend. Smiling, Mrs. Gray took a quick glance at Jonathan blushing and continued on with her lesson. Mrs. Gray turned around to write something on the blackboard. Just then, a crinkled ball of paper came flying and hit Jonathan's arm. The ball landed on top of his still full, unwritten notebook paper. Reluctantly, Jonathan opened it and widened his eyes at the sight. Messy print was at the top and it read: "You should like this. You do it every day with another guy!" At the bottom were two comic-like guys having anal sex. This sickened Jonathan. Six more periods to go.
RIINNNGG! Yes, the day was over! Teenagers immediately crammed in the narrow hallways. Elbows touched. Hands flew. Words were exchanged. Mostly cuss words. Books and assignments were flung to the side or the middle of the mob. So many people stepped on Jonathan's feet and hit him without a care. Jonathan came to his locker and began his combination. He got out his black backpack quickly and slammed his locker shut. Running down the winding staircases until he finally hit the ground floor. Teenagers were loading into the buses and Jonathan pushed and shoved to get to bus number 12. The hurried Jonathan bumped into a medium-built, hard figure. Uh-oh. Ryan. "What's your rush, faget?" Ryan asked, grabbing Jonathan by his shirt collar. They both moved backwards. Away from the crowd. "Not today, Ryan! I don't wanna miss my bus today! I think I'm going to be sick!" Jonathan replied, getting pale. Now, he was truely sick. "Shut the hell up, @#%$ stroker and get what's coming to you." Ryan said. Five guys walked up to Ryan. Cracking their knuckles. Prepared to beat up the scrawny, defenseless Jonathan.

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