My Journal of Letters

Chapter-1

Kellin POV

To Mom,

To day is February 3, 2015. To be honest I really don't know how to start letters out so I'm sorry if it sucks. I never really knew how to tell you, but I do love you even if I don't say it as much I'd like to I really do. I love that you try your hardest to support us, I love how you never let the fact that dad left bring you down... But more importantly I love how you support me for being gay and not walking out on me like he did.

Words can not explain how much it hurts to feel like this- hurt, lost, useless, and unwanted- all because of one person and what hurts the most is that all you've done for me; it doesn't feel like its enough. I'm hurting to much to stay here and cause you this much pain, it's just not fair to you at all. I love you Mom.

I know I'll miss you and I know we will see each other again, but hopefully not soon because hey you're single and ready to mingle ;P (I remember you told me that after my first boyfriend broke up with me.) Momma I don't want you getting stupid thoughts when I go. Just live your life and think of me when ever you want. I'll always be with you no matter where you are. We'll see each other again. I promise.
Love, Kellin.

I closed my journal and slipped it in my backpack because people started coming in to the library. I sat in silence reading a book when some decided to sit across from me. It was Mike and his friends Jaime and Tony. What do they want now?

"Hey little man, you got a little something on your nose... Here let me get it for you." He reached across the table and poked my eye. "Oops I missed." He laughed.

"Grow up Fuentes, I'm older than you." I said rubbing my eye. As him and his buddies where laughing I decided to leave before they start more stuff. I walked to my sixth hour gym class but I didn't change.

"Quinn! Why aren't you dressed?" Mr. Garcia barked as I stood in my spot for attendance. I simply shrugged and kept quiet. Truth is I didn't want them seeing what I did. I wasn't ashamed of them I was just not ready to show my beautiful art. I don't know if I'll ever be.

I took my place in the bleachers where I normally sit although there was some one else sitting there. Hopefully he doesn't try and talk to me I really don't want to be close to someone and have then hurt when I leave.

"Hey." Damnit! I turned and gave him a small smile before looking away. "I'm Vic. I just moved here from Riverside Military Academy in Georgia." He said.

"Kellin." I stated simply not bothering to smile. I looked out at the rest of the class and watched as they began a soccer game. Penny shirts against gym shirts.

"Your not much of a talker are you?" He said moving down next to me. I shook my head and watched as Jack stole the ball from Oliver. "It's okay 'cause I don't really talk much either because, well I went to an all boys school and I'm gay so you can imagine the hell with that." He chuckled. Hold up! Wait what? Did he just tell me hes gay?

"Did you just tell me your gay?" I asked making sure I wasn't hallucinating.

"Yea. I'm loud and proud about it." He stood up and smiled before raising his arms up and yelling, "I'M GAY!" and drawing attention to us.

"NEWBEE SIT DOWN!" Mr. Garcia yelled out. I looked up at the strange boy and took in his features. He had shoulder length brown hair that was being covered with a beanie. He had on black Vans with black and white checkered laces along with a black shirt that said "ZEF" on it. He was skinny yet muscular and very attractive, but I was curious about his shirt and what it meant.

"What's 'ZEF'?"

"It's a South African word for like kitch or common. I got it from one of my favorite music group Die Antwoord." He smiled.

"Who?" I asked as he sat down.

"Die Antwoord. They're like a rap-rave group from South Africa, most people don't like them but I do." I just realized something. He doesn't have an accent and his head wasn't shaved. I mean if he went to an all boys military school in Georgia shouldn't he have those two things.

"If you went to a military school in Georgia then why don't you have an accent and why isn't your hair shaved?"

"I grew up here and my dad wanted me to go to military school so he shipped me off to Georgia when I was in the 7th grade. As for my hair well I kept it put up and out of my face my freshmen year. Could bear to shave it anymore." He smiled brightly. This guys smiles a lot.

"NEWBEE, QUINN! LOCKER ROOM! LETS GO LADIES!" Garcia yelled at us. Once the bell rang we went our separate ways to our last classes.

"I guess I'll see you later then." He said with a wave.

"Yea I guess." I said back and left.