For some reason everyone is just so diffrent. Everyone is diffrent but that's great. What's not great is how horrendous people are to others who are diffrent. You may just think I'm an annoying 13 year old, but it's true. In the year 1980 gays were slowly being noticed, yet hate crimes still happen every day in my suburban home in Lebanon Ohio. Street fights in Cleveland murders in Cincinnati suicides in Dayton. All everyday occurrences. Why? It's all because of closed minded people. I have had to live in a foster home since 2009 due to a hate crime against my dad's boyfriend which lead to both of the there deaths. One suicide and the other in a hospital bed. It's now 2011 and people are still being killed because of there diffrences. I seem to be stuck in a school were all people are closed minded and nobody can be diffrent. Everyone has to fit under the three social triangles or they're castaways. I try to squeeze in with the nerds but my mind wanders and people undermine me. There is my best friend who is very dear to me and her my name is Linda, Linda Parks. She's always been there for me that's why I'm here thinking about her on a Sunday were there is no school thinking about life. God, I ponder often. But those aren't my only friend surprisingly, I have a whole ontology thanks to linda, there is Tiff well that's her nickname. And there is Hailey who's I love even though we have ups and downs. Loran who is awesome and so corney. There's her best friend Isabella who is very close to me,and last but not least the only other boy in the group logan. He's really funny and cute. But in a guy to guy way. I mean I'm straight so how else am I supposed to mean it.
"Kody, can you please get your cloths ready for school and shower it's almost 9:30." Said my foster dad
"Okay I will" I closed my book and stood up with such force I got dizzy. I attempted to walk straight but manged to trip on a pair of shoes I laid out for tomorrow. I hit the ground with a thud and heard my foster mom come in to my room. She looked down with a half smile with her straight teeth and laughed.
" how did you manage to do that", she laughed almost unable to finish her sentence.
" No clue" I looked up and also her long brown hair and hazel eyes. She helped pull me up with her soft hand.
"Alright off to the shower" she smiled
" Sorry for the trouble Laramie"
"It's okay" she said dropping her voice to a serious tone.
I went to my drawer and grabbed some clothes. Basket ball shorts and a plain white tee shirt. I walked down the carpeted hall that attached to my bedroom to my bathroom and strolled to the bathroom. There I pulled of my clothes I wore that day and turned the shower water on. I pulled back the curtain and let the warm water douse my body.
I finished my shower and went to bed. Thinking of all the thoughts I had thought that day.
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Speculation
Teen FictionThe world isn't an easy place to explore especially if your diffrent. fallow a young boy as his world around him unfolds and he grips reality with his own understanding, and see how he finally understands his emotions.
