"Hey you little fag!" Yelled the group of jocks as I strode down the hallway...
I bowed my head and slowly approached my locker.
I put in my combination and opened my locker, BAM... A cheerleader walked up and shut the locker on my finger as I was collecting my things for the first few classes of the day...
"Look out next time, queer" Grinned the cheerleader.
Without saying a word I put in my combination again... I put a pencil between the hinges so that it wouldn't lock the next time it got slammed by another person...
I quickly gathered my things up and hurried into homeroom... My black eyeliner and black nail polish stood out from the Abercrombie and Fitch and American Eagle wear.
A pencil flew through the air and hit me in the head, The sharp side in. "What the FUCK was that!?" yelled without realizing what I was saying...
"What the hell did you just say Mr. Ryan!?"
"Nothing," I mumbled.
"That's what I thought... Why don't you take your damn seat and shut the hell up for the class, alright!?"
"Yes sir..." I whispered.
"What a faggot," said the class in whispers.
I played with my pencil and scribbled random things on to my notebooks as I stared at the clock waiting for it to signal the next class...
***RING***
Health class started... I picked up my things and took my time walking down the hallway... I took a sharp turn at the corner and ran right into a tall figure, whom I couldn't figure out who it was...
"Watch where the fuck you're going you little queer!!!"
"S-s-sorry, I d-d-didn't mean to..."
I realized he was with friends when I heard thunderous laughter... Before I knew it was on the ground with a black eye...
***Late bell sounds***
I took a deep breathe and got up and rushed into Health class... I took my seat and took out my assignment...
"Now today we will be learning the functions of the body"
Everyone snickered except for me because I knew how stupid this class was going to be, considering the teacher hated me in ever aspect.
Mrs. Logue walked over to me and bent over and talked at such a level, no one could hear what was being said.
"Okay you little fag, I have to put up with you again in this class... If I see you doing ANYTHING inappropriate... I swear to god I’ll get you kicked out of this school so FUCKING fast..." She whispered.
"Yes ma'am," I said sharply.
"Damn fucking straight!" She said as she slapped me as hard as she could across the face.
The class up roared in laughter as she strutted back to her seat...
I asked if I could go to the bathroom and was excused, as much to my surprise...
I ran into the bathroom and into the stall... I cried like I’ve never cried before...
"Why must life be so difficu--
"What the fuck is going on here!?" Came a familiar voice...
"Don't tell me that's you again Mr. Ryan... this has to be the 3rd time this week you've been here crying your ass off for no good reason!"
No good reason.... No fucking god damn reason... My thoughts were slowly fading.
"You had better get your ass out of there and get your bad little ass back to class," He said sarcastically.
"Okay, sir..." Just one more thing, I said while I slowly opened the door to the stall...
"Yeah? What's that you little prick?" Questioned the Principal in a harsh tone.
"Have you ever suffered?” I mean have you ever lost something so bad?
"What the hell are you talking abou-"
"WHAT I'm saying Mr. Jones, is that you have never lost anything so bad, such as your soul..?"
"N-n-no, I haven't" But I’m sure you haven't..."
"Oh I haven't have I? This piece of shit school that you run must have been all I need to escape the hell I live at home, etc...?"
"Listen Mr. Ryan we try our hardest to make everyone happy at our scho-"
"Happy? You call this happy? I stand here, tears running down my face, being pushed around like a pile of shit that you can pick up with a shit scoop, and you expect me to be happy?" I questioned.
"You are putting this on your self Mr. Ryan" Said the principal.
"Putting it on my self...Hmm... That's a good question... So you are saying I put it on my self to be born? I put it on my self to be beaten? I put it on my self to have the god damn suckiest life in the world?"
"M-m-aybe-"
"I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO MR.JONES!"
With that I went up to the window... Since we were on the second floor it was about... 50 feet down... Our school was big...
"Would it make a difference If I jumped out this window?" I asked.
"Mr. Ryan, why?"
"Why has been the subject of my life for a long time my dear principal." I snapped
With that the principal stumbled out of the bathroom and sooner then that the whole school was outside looking up at the bathroom window in which I was standing in, on the window sill.
I looked out and I saw all those people... They didn't love me... They didn't care at all...
I remembered that pencil that flew across the room and hit me in the head...
I looked down as a tear fell dribbled down my cheek and fell down to the ground.
" WHAT IS MY REASON! WHAT IS MY PURPOSE!!!!! WHY AM I HERE......" I cried.
With that I spread my arms and looked down. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath...
"When I fall... Will you catch me!" I shouted to no one in particular...
Then I bent my knees...
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