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21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Chapter 2
I became even more secluded over night as I ‘slept.’ It does hurt, the words they say, because I’m different. It’s natural for the new kid to be picked on. I’ll always be the new kid. It doesn’t matter that much, as I shrug it off most times, but the words they say, the pathetic remarks aimed at me, they hurt.
While I ‘sleep’ I keep my eyes open, listening to the owls and other nightly creatures sing and talk to one another. I suppose they’re my friends, since I have none of my own, which is alright I guess. I sigh in my own stupidity, cause I take myself as a loner, ignoring all contact with people, even though I know they’re going to laugh at me for whatever reasons they come up with. It’s not about that, I just want a friend.. Perhaps tomorrow will be different, but who knows.
..-..
The morning came. So I ‘woke up’ to the sounds of dishes and coughing. My older ‘sister,’ Sarah took it upon herself to be the caretaker of the place. She was someone I could talk to if I needed to say anything. The coughing was from a boy a little older then me. His name was Ryan. Ryan was the popular guy in school. All the girls went after him like crazy. Couldn’t get enough of him. Like I cared..
‘Good morning Kyle,’ Sarah said to me.
‘Morning Sarah.’ I said with a partial smile on my face.
‘Morning lovebirds,’ Ryan said. Of course he meant Sarah and I. He figured it was a practical joke to play, since he was the popular guy. I didn’t care.
Ryan sat at the table, like he always did, reading magazines that a fourteen year old really shouldn’t be concerned with. I turned my attention back to Sarah.
‘Sleep well,’ I said.
‘Quite well, thank you. Yourself?’
‘I don’t sleep, remember?’
‘Oh yeah,’ she said with laughter.
I looked at the clock. It was 7:30, which was the time that the bus came to take us all to school for the day. I dreaded the bus rides to school, full of people making noise and such. But regardless, I still needed to go to school. I went back upstairs to get my book bag, and for one reason or another, looked out my window. I noticed a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. He had one freckle on his face which was located right under his lower lip. Other then that, his face was clean. He looked to be five feet, nine inches tall. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a tiger on the front of it, glowing in red, with blue jeans and sneakers. I saw him get his lunch and say goodbye to his mother.
‘Kyle, we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up.’
I grabbed my book bag and headed out the door with Sarah and Ryan.
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The bus stop was a drag. All of us kids stood there waiting for the bus to come. Conveniently we all got on the same bus together. I stood in the same spot everyday as I waited. I didn’t make contact with anyone. While we were waiting I heard the ‘fag’ comment, which was of course aimed at me from one of the older kids. I was used to it by now. I’d heard plenty enough comments from moving from place to place thanks to Social Services. How was this year going to be any different?..
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Great Josh, keep it going. It's great that you are giving others a chance to see the wonderful talent you have locked up inside you.
~aqua~
P.S. More chapters.......please
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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