Mr. Morrison POV
Ever since I was a teenager. Ever since I told everybody. Ever since I realized who I really was, I asked myself why. Why was I born this way. Why couldn't I be normal. Why can't I be accepted for who I am. Why did my family have to be hurt. Why did mom have to get sick. Why couldn't I see her. Why didn't I have the courage. Why didn't I cry. All these thoughts spinning in a whirlpool of emotions. Crashing, turning. It was a storm, and I was in the middle of it. I felt myself singing. Sinking into this storm. Splashing, thrashing, trying any way to get out. But I couldn't. I couldn't escape who I was, I couldn't escape this reality. I was pulled under the thick black water. I couldn't breathe. I twisted and turned, screaming at the top of my lungs. Soon, I was tired. My body ached, I felt so heavy. I felt no will to continue. Was this how I was going to die? I closed my eyes. I was ready to accept my faith. Until, a hand. Someone grabbing my hand, pulling me to shore. Strong, meaningful pulls. I heard my savior heaving. The sun blocked my eyes, I couldn't see a thing. Coughing from the weariness, I sat up. As soon as I did that I felt a warm embrace. So warm, so tight. It wouldn't let go, I wouldn't let it if it tried.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't keep the embrace. I groaned as I got out of bed. It was now the 15th day of school, and I wasn't looking forward to it. Lately, I haven't been focused. Usually I can get work done, but ever since I met that guy........ no, no this can't happen. He would never feel the same. There's no point in trying to be with someone you have no chance with. It wasn't worth it.
I got dressed, and ate some breakfast. When I got in my car, I looked at the clock. It was 7:38. "OH SHIT!" I quickly stepped on the gas pedal. I couldn't be late this early in the year.
When I got to the school, I rushed into the main office. I searched for mu card, but it wasn't there. I looked on the punched in side. Someone punched me in. I sat there out of breath and confused. I looked around, no one looked like they knew who did this. I hoped it was someone I only met a few days ago. But those chances were slim.
I calmed down. People gave me a odd look with the corner of their eye. I decided that there was no time to waste, I had to get to my classroom. When I looked in the door window, I saw a familiar face. Mr. Kingston was sitting on my desk, teaching the newly made band kids the different types of instruments. I was able to hear his voice from the hallway. I never noticed how soothing it sounded. Then, he turned and his eyes met mine for a moment. He smiled, then turned to the class once more.
"Excuse me class." He said. He walked out of the room. Now we were alone in the silent hallway.
"Look, I'm sorr-"
"Don't worry about it, Morrison.We all have those days." Mr. Kingston whispered. He put his hand on my arm, it made me jump a little.
"Hey, I think we both have free fourth today. Meet me in my room. We could talk." Kingston said softly. I was excited and now nervous all of a sudden. He was too close to my body for me to think correctly.
"But I don't have any lunch." I blurted out. Why did I have to say that?Anything but that.
"Heh, well you're just going to have to share mine." Kingston patted my arm, then turned and left with a smile.
