God's One Black Swan, and His Beautiful Black Feathers.

Chapter 1.

I sat on the bus, drawing what seemed to be a fluffy haired boy, he wore a black sweater that went to his knees and plaid pajama pants. It looked like me, I decided. I wrote "He/They" above the character, and drew a gay flag. I repeated the words I had heard about how the flag was designed. "1 dark blue horizontal line, below 1 blue horizontal line, below 1 light blue horizontal line, below 1 white horizontal line, below 1 light teal horizontal line, below 1 teal horizontal line, below 1 dark teal horizontal line. End. "

That seemed to stick with me until I arrived at Hilton High, my school, as I was a freshman. The thought faded from my brain, I put on my headphones and walked in, as I pushed through the door I felt somebody shoulder shove past me and laugh to their friends. I grumbled angrily, even though I was incredibly used to it, I didn't mind it and calmly walked to my locker. I grasped my binder, sketchbook, and pencil kit to my AD/AD and sat down. All 20 kids that sat in Mrs. Wirrington's homeroom, excluding me, were absolutely chaotic. I turned the noise cancellation feature on and continued drawing, I walked out of the room when the bell rang, last like usual.

When I was in first period, I felt somebody throw an eraser at me in class. I walked to the bathroom, I sat for a little bit, easing my head because of how hard the eraser hit my head. I walked out after 5 minutes, grabbed my stuff, and headed to the second period at 8:45. I sat in my ELA class, which stood for "English, Language and Arts." I repeated the word my teacher said in class in my head over and over again, Haiku..Haiku..Haiku..Haiku. 'Haiku!' I yelled out, the teacher, Ms. William asked if I was okay and scolded me for yelling out.

I went to the 3rd period at 11:27, and ran to catch my social studies class. Mrs. Alarina said it was fine, even though it was not at all. I sat in her class, listening closely. I sat my sketchbook aside, and started taking notes. She was the only teacher I listened to, everything I heard from her I wrote down, she made learning as a freshman seem so fun. How did she do it? I had no idea.

She continued to talk about the Mayans and how they built their civilization. I found it interesting, even though I never contemplated it. I repeated the word "Mayan" to myself quietly, I popped my lips out and in, trying to stay focused. I heard some girl's zipper on her jacket hit her metal chair leg, so I put on my noise canceling headphones. The bell for 4th period rang, and I thanked Mrs. Alarina kindly, and walked out.

I passed lunch with a breeze, sitting by the trash can, eating my food. I then remembered that the rest of my classes were with the perfect girls in the school. I stood up to dump my tray, I felt something cold and wet sink into my hair and the clothes stuck to the back of my shirt. "Damn loser!" I dropped my tray, and felt all eyes on me. I turned around to see Jessica Hillen and her group of bullies yet again being rude to me. Diana held up her middle finger, and in her fakest apology voice, "Aw! I'm so sorry!" She dropped the water bottle in her hand, and her and her idiotic friends walked away. Delilah, the one who looks at least a little good, walked over to me. "Sorry, here. " She handed me my tray and gave me a few paper towels to clean off. 'Don't play dumb, you hate me as much as your plastic friends do.' She walked away.

I lost 20 minutes of class time for 5th period in the nurse's office. She helped dry my hair, and gave me a pair of baggy clothes to put on. I sat in the bathroom and cried, I wiped my tears, You should be over this by now. I hung my clothes over the bathroom door, and changed. I heard the bathroom door clang, and paid no mind to it. I reached for my original clothes that were soaked, and found that nothing was there. I heard a few quiet snickers and the bathroom door clang again, No, god no! I walked out of the bathroom in the clothes the nurse gave me, and went to class.

6th period, biology, it went by slowly, I drew the entire time, not one ounce of attention to that class. I found my clothes in the trash can my way to the car. I had to leave early for a doctor's appointment with Mr. Elyzabrook. I washed my binder by hand when I got home, I let it dry in the sun through my window. I walked into my room, and threw my bag down onto my messy, clothes-covered floor. I grabbed my sketchbook and started drawing. I continued to draw the character I was on the bus, I decided his name would be Goz. I wrote down more info about them. He was a 17 year old, who liked taxidermy, and crystals. I put down my sketchbook as I heard my dad get home.

'Hey dad, is mom working a full night shift?' My dad put his stuff on the counter top, and hung up his jacket. "Sure is champ, we can play Monopoly later though. Why don't you make us dinner tonight? I know you love doing that." I felt a smile spread across my face. '1. I always beat you at Monopoly, 2. Yes!' I made us sesame chicken with broccoli and cheese, we both enjoyed it. I went to bed with a full stomach, I tied my mullet hair up so I could sleep, and grabbed my comfort stuffed animal, a stingray, and fell asleep to the sounds of rain.