The Last Straw

Chapter 8

"It's my mom.."I muttered."I'm so sorry Robert!!"He yelled.At that moment,I saw my dad running,threw the window,talking to the reseptionist."We have to go!My dads here!He must of saw you!"I get up,change and walk out of my room,with Joe,to the parking garage.

Once there,I open a car,and find the keys to drive it."You know how to drive?"He asked me."No...but it's worth a try"I forced it out,with no emotion.

It was 7:50 a.m.I have my backpack,so decided to go school."Why did you come here.We can skip and go to my...."I say."No it's fine,Joe.I can do it.I can take all the critsism.After all,i've been doing it my whole life..."I show tears welling up in my eyes.

As we walk to class,I see posters of rude-disgusting comments about how i'm gay and....other stuff.I couldn't believe people would do that..."Robert...please!Lets go somewhere else then here..."Joe whined."It's fine Joe (sniffle)I can take it...after all,i've been taking it my whole life..."I continued walking to class.

We got to class,once there,Mark looked at me in a sort of unwanting way...I didn't pay attention to him.Joe and I didn't listen to the subsitute teacher,but what we did pay attention to was the door.We were both waiting for my dad to walk in,demanding me to get my ass up out of the classroom.

Surprisingly,Mark and his gang didn't bother me at all.I thought it was wierd,but was enjoying the peacefulness.It wasn't until 8th period,when Mark showed up at my locker,as I was getting my books."Hey Robert!Why weren't you at school for like a week?!?"I turned towards him,"I was really,really sick.Yeah I had a....ahh...Strep Throat...yeah I had that."I sounded so pessimistic.I saw Mark reach for his phone...