What!?!?

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    This morning I woke up and saw a suit and tie hanging on my door. I went downstairs and asked my mom what the suit was for. "Well if you hadn't stormed off into your room last night we would've told you." my father says while sitting down at the table and preparing his meal. "I'm sorry I just had a rough day yesterday." I sit across from my dad and make my plate. "I'm just messin 'with ya buddy." he says, reaching over for the bacon in the middle of the table. "We're going out for dinner with one of your mom's workers. They actually have a son about your age, maybe you can make a friend." he said looking at me and shrugging. "And I need a suit for dinner." I say. My sister walks into the room and sits down."What are yall talking about." She grabs the orange juice and drinks it from the container. "You're disgusting, there's a cup right there." I say pointing to the cup. "It just hits different when it's from the carton Noah." She says taking another sip. "Abbey use the cup like a civilized person." my dad says while taking the carton and taking a sip from it. "Civilized person, huh?" I say using his own words against him. "I never said I was civilized. Isn't that right honey?" he says asking my mom and without hesitation she responds with. "Of Course not. I've seen your father devour an entire rack of ribs in under 8 minutes." My father puffs up his chest and bows. "That's nothing your mother did it in under 5 minutes."We all shared a small laugh. I love my family. They were so accepting when I came out to them. Abbey, my younger sister who's 15 can be annoying or weird sometimes but I love her too. Though I would never admit it, her head would get too big for her own good. "I'm gonna go get ready for school. Thanks for breakfast Mom." I get up and go to my room and get ready for the day. I just threw on some jeans and a gray T-shirt with my signature black hoodie. My hair I don't worry about much I just run my finger through it and swoosh it upwards a bit. My keys are downstairs so I grab my backpack and run down stairs. "Bye, love you." I yell out as I grab my keys. "Love you" my family yells back. "Don't forget dinner tonight." my dad ads. "I won't" and with that I'm out the door and walking to my car. I get in and drive to my school. I take a deep breath before entering "here we go again." I put on my headphones and my hood and walk into the school. Everyone is circled into a little huddle and chanting fight, fight, fight. I push my way through the crowd of highschoolers and see some people recording. In the center Is a boy Punching the living shit out of Tyler. It's not like he doesn't deserve it. "Who is that?" I ask one of the kids next to me. "His name is Tom and he's one of the college students from UCLA." Oh so that's who he is. "What happened, why is he beating the shit out of Tyler." I ask him again. "He called Tom a Faggot and was talking a bunch of crap about him and Tom just lost it and punched him in the nose." Wow Tyler you managed to piss someone off this early in the morning good for you. Tyler basically has given up and the boy which I now know is Tom gets off him and walks away. "YO TOM what the hell man. Administrator is gonna be on our ass because of this." I hear one of the boys yell and run towards him. Tom just keeps walking and lifts his middle finger up in the air and says "so what." The other boy that was running after him scoffs and says "ok man it's your funeral."  One of the teachers finally shows up and asks what happened while helping Tyler up. "Some kid from the college beat the living sh-" The student was cut off by the teacher "language Mr. Andrews and thank you." The teacher Mr. Haddon's supports Tyler and helps him walk to the nurses office. Tyler is basically unconscious but somehow manages to walk.