Chapter 4

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I opened the school doors and the wind rushed in my face pulling my hair back. I shook my head to make my brown locks to fall in place once more. I shuffled forward kicking pebbles that lay on the broken pavement. Again I missed the bus, I sighed and began to trudge home, it wasn't that far anyway. I stopped as a car whirred by the boy in the football tee sat in the passenger seat. He rolled down the window and threw something at me it landed at my feet. I looked down and saw a piece of crumbled up paper, I bent down and picked it up. I unfolded the paper trying to get the wrinkles out the best I could. One word sat in the middle of the paper "faggot" I sighed and put the paper in my pocket. I slowly began to walk forward watching as a crow picked up a pinecone and flew away. I soon reached the house, the aroma of cigarette smoke was stronger this time as I reached the squeaky porch. I opened the door, and my dad turned his head to look at me. His bloodshot eyes seemed to stare into my soul as I slowly walked to my room. What I saw shocked me... My room was a mess once beautiful Sailor Moon comics were sprawled on the ground torn and ripped. One of the comics caught my eye when I saw something written with black marker over Sailor Moons cheery face. It read "this are for girls, faggot." I was able to handle everything else but this sent me over the edge. This time I did cry, the tears ran down my cheeks and dropped onto the hard floor. My breathe caught in gasps as the crying got more intense. I hunched over one of the ripped comics seeming Sailor Moons face ripped and more hateful notes written by my dad. The tears streamed onto the page smudging the letters written in marker. As soon as the tears stopped falling I wiped my puffy eyes and red cheeks. I looked down at my once loved comics I felt another pang in my heart as I looked down on them. I took a deep breath and sat down wrapping my blanket around me, just wanting to disappear.....forever

Jeremy FitzgeraldWhere stories live. Discover now