My name's James and today is my first day at Elizabeth W Houston High School. The schools colors are blue and grey which the whole school is composed of. Blue lockers grey floors. I am sitting in my second block classroom. Everyone is in their own groups and I am sitting alone, because I feel like I don't fit in with the rest of the kids! They like a lot of recent stuff I have an old soul. They trash talk and I prefer to stay to myself.
"James why won't you go find a group to sit with, socialize a little bit" says Mr. Jackson my teacher.
Before I can answer him he puts me in a group of 4 boys. They are very loud and ignorant. But then the bell rings. Thank God.
Later on I am in lunch. I am sitting with two friends of mine named Kayla and Tiffany that I met over the summer when working in a summer camp.
"Can you believe we're seniors?" asks KaYla
"Yes I can it's about time I got to grow the hell up" I say
As I look around I see some boy he is tall with nice eyes, wavy hair, milk chocolate skin... "What are you looking at?" asks Tiffany. I respond to her and tell her exactly what I am looking at. They then tell me how the boy is bad news and how he sells drugs, has a high body count, and is disrespectful.
"I think he is fine as bell" I say.
"Bye boy, he does not swing that way. He's straighter than a pencil. You would never get that." Says Tiffany.
Now she she underestimated me. Now I'm going to make my move. Real people move in silence so I'm not even going to tell them what I do. I just do it. The bell rings and we go to our last class which is gym. I am assigned my locker and am changing into my gym clothes.
"To cut the gay shot aight. I don't need anybody staring at my duck while I'm getting dressed" says one boy named Rafeek. Whoever named him that needs to get slapped, punched, and all. The other boys laugh. All except Kyle.
"Yo leave him alone" Kyle says. His voice is nice and smooth. Kind of like the way Puff Daddy sounds.
"Damn was I talking to you?" Asks Rafeek.
You can tell Kyle was sick of his shit.
"Hey don't I have second period with you?" Asks Kyle. Oh shit he's right. How didn't I notice him. I respond with a yes. We then go out to the gym and do warm ups. We have free time because out teacher's absent. This is my last period and I am so happy. When I get home I start dinner. My Dad is asleep. I live with my Dad because it's too hectic at my Mom's house. I get on my IPad and turn on some music while getting on FaceBook. I see a notification for a friend request. It's from Kyle... I quickly accept it and then message him about the homework for second period. We have Math and it's hard.
FaceBook Messenger
Me: Can you call me? I think I'd be able to understand it better.
Kyle: After the football game. Give me your number.
I give him my number. I didn't know it was a game tonight. Shit I would've went. I guess I'll be spending Friday night in the house as always. I would call Tiff and Kayla to come over. But my Dad gets off soon and my brother has a crush on Tiffany. They always flirt back and forth every time she's over here.
My Dad works as a social worker he works on a flex schedule. He and Mom are divorced and the two separated. I lived with her for a little but then decided to live with my Dad. My brother is my Dad's son. His name is Johnathan and we are three years apart. My Mom is now a crack head which is another reason theater both moves with my Dad later on. My Dad still struggles to support me from Day One and this is why he's my hero.
"I'm about to go to the game" says Jonathan.
"You're going? Can you take video?"
"Ummm sure.."
Jonathan then leaves and I have the whole house to myself for a little bit. I sit and watch reruns of Love & Hip Hop: Hollywood. I end up falling asleep . I almost burned the food. Thank goodness I didn't. Dad comes home and greets me. I greet him back. He then takes a shower, gets something to eat, and goes to bed. I wish our relationship was stronger. Ever since I came out to him about being gay I feel like she shows me acceptance but really doesn't approve. Maybe it's just me.
