chapter 4: the message

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"arg...mm..." mike yawned as he wakes up. "hm?" mike said as he looked around to see that hes still in the bathroom. he looks around and sees will sleeping on his shoulder. mike quietly gasps and he turns bright red. he slowly began moving away from will, quietly so that he didnt wake him up. he walked back to bed and saw a photo on the floor. he picked it up and smiled. it was a photo of his family. him...his mother...his sisters...and his father. he stared at it and smiled. "who are they?" will quietly asked. "jesus!" mike flinched. "dont sneak up on people like that!" mike says. "s-sorry!" will laughed. right at that moment however, counselor tom bursts through the door causing mike and will to jump. "you two outside now!" he yelled. it was the first time they ever saw him angry. they got up and went outside to see a crowd of kids surrounding there cabin. mike and will looked at eachother confused. "alright, which one of you did this?" tom asked while walking over to the side of there cabin. mike and will followed him and there eyes grew huge at the sight of it. "counselor tom is a faggot" was written in red paint on the side of their cabin. the two boys gasped. tom drops a bucket of water and two sponges on the ground, splashing the boys. "you have an hour to clean this mess and tell me which one of you is responsible or there will be consequences." tom says angrily walking away, the crowd of kids follow. after a long silence of the boys staring at the writing, mike finally said "wow....i didnt think you were the type to do something like this". will gasps and turns his head towards mike. "me!? you think i did this?" will snapped. "well yeah who else?" mike said. will stares shocked. "you know its funny.....i always took you to be the gay type....i didnt think you would do something to your own kind." mike says. wills face turns from sad to angry in a second. he rips his friendship bracelet off and throws it at mike. mike watches as will stormed off into the woods.

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