Gym Class

Homecoming Football Game

The football game for Homecoming

It's already a few days until homecoming, tonight is the football game for it. I'm going but Atlas isn't. He got sick during spirit week, we were matching the day it happened. He was in the ER for a while.

I got worried and kept texting him because he hadn't responded in a while, but who responded gave me a heart attack.

Atlas's mom texted me. "He can't talk right now." It made my heart stop for a minute then I just went on, "Oh, okay." I replied. I almost cried from the reply, I was terrified.

Atlas isn't supposed to come to homecoming either I suppose. He's really sick, not like sick, I mean sick sick.

I'm getting ready for the football game now. Most of my friends will be there. I'm kind of scared since last time I went to these I kind of got hate-crimed.

I'm ready now, I'm also bringing a friend with me, someone i've been growing close with recently. I like being close with them, I trust them with everything at this point, they've met most of my family and have been to my house so many times now. They live down the road.

We're ready now, and we're on our way. My aunt is starting to embarrass me, she's playing music while screaming at me to sing it because it's "my song". It's really funny to my friend, they're looking at me while laughing / crying.

We've arrived, me and my friend just paid to get in, I'm now standing at the entrance. Atlas's brother is here. We're going to sit down now, most of my friends are in a specific little spot.

About an hour later Atlas's brother came to my friend group upset and crying a little. A group of little kids are chasing them around throwing rocks at them, I think it's the homophobic kids so this gets me excited and so we go to find them, after we do, we yell at them to stop.

We went to sit back down where we were after, they followed us.

Trigger warning, Upcoming Homophobia And Fatphobia
They're standing above us calling us slurs, and spitting at us. One took a drink of sprite and spit it at me. My clothes are wet now.

"You guys are all fags!" One of the little ones yells at me. "You mad?" one of the taller ones asked me. I said no, and I called Atlas to tell him what happened, he told me he was on his way.

I'm running and crying now, the boys are chasing me asking me if I want food, and that they didn't know I could run. I'm sobbing now because of how insecure this makes me feel.

Atlas is almost here at this point. I see him and I run to him, he looks terrible, exhausted and in pain. He looks high.

I hug him, and start sobbing on his shoulder, I feel so bad that he's here. His mom is pissed, she goes to tell the principal, and the night ends. I hated this football game.