The Frozen Death

Chapter one

Chapter name: He likes me?

I woke up in a sweat. My paralysis has only been getting worse. I walk to the bathroom and wash my face. The bruises on my cheeks are noticeable, that's not good. I go and look for clothes to wear in my closet. I put on a black shirt some baggy jeans and a light blue jacket. Then I put on my socks and my black sneakers, I tried to get the hair out of my face but it was ineffective. I go downstairs, my father is reading the newspaper and my mother is making breakfast. I know that I'm not allowed to talk when my mother doesn't say anything to me coming down the stairs, or maybe she just doesn't want to talk to me, the disappointment. We'll figure out when my little sister comes downstairs.

I sit down at the table and start to eat. I try to be quiet so my father doesn't get mad. I hear the footsteps of my little sister Margaret coming down the stairs. "Good morning Margaret hunny! did you sleep well?" my mother says, I guess that answers my question. "I slept very well mother! Especially with the new sheets you got me yesterday!" new sheets? I didn't know about that. "New sheets?" I say. Everybody's eyes go on me and I feel a sudden rush of regret washing over me. I go pale. "Yea. new sheets." Margaret snaps back at me. "Maybe if you were a better boy you'd be able to get new things" my mother snaps back with a hint of annoyance. I just look down at my food. I'm not hungry. I never am. But I eat it anyways, knowing I'll just throw it up afterwards. After I eat I grab my backpack and leave. I spent a solid 5 minutes throwing up all the food I just ate. Then I sat at the bus stop like nothing happened. My mother would prefer to drive my sister to school, even though we both go to Orthan Highschool. I'm in 10th grade and Margaret is in 9th grade. Once I get on the bus, I can already tell what's going to happen. I almost got tripped twice, I got hit in the face with a notebook, and I got pieces of paper and pencils thrown at me before I finally sat down. Alone. Like I always am.

When the bus finally drops me off, it's no better. In fact, I would say it's probably worse. I get tripped and then they pour milk all over my head. I go to the bathroom to wash out the milk and dry my hair when they come back and almost drown me in the toilet. I dry my face and go to my homeroom like nothing happened. In the halls people stare, they make snarky comments, and snicker at each other's jokes. But all I can do is ignore them. It's so difficult when I know all that stuff they're saying about me is true. I'm lonely, My hair is too long for a boy, I'm skinny, I'm lanky, I'm weird, the list could go on for days. But I just walk by. I don't even say a word. I just look at the ground until I get to my locker, hoping this time that they don't push me in. My hopes are useless as when I get to my locker and I start getting my stuff out, I can hear their group coming up from behind me. I brace for impact. "Why hello there Zane" the blonde boy says, his name is Eric, "What's a fag like you doing at an all straight boy school?" The brown haired boy named Matt says. "Yea, I thought we told you you would never be accepted here, and you should transfer!" says the other blonde boy named Pete. "i-i, I can't transfer..." I say, Shoot, I can never speak without a stutter near them, they scare me.. "You're stuttering again? What do you have a crush on one of us?" Eric says, "N-no!" I say. I was too defensive, shit. "you totally do" Pete says, I can feel the heat in my cheeks as Eric gets closer, I do. But I actually like that I don't. I wouldn't want them knowing that, right?
Eric gets closer until it probably looks like we're about to kiss. I can sense my cheeks getting even redder as he gets closer "W-what are you d-doing" I said, Stop stuttering! I close my eyes tightly, ready for impact "what do you think I'm gonna do?" he whispers in my ear making me blush harder. "you're blushing, you fag!" He says in a tone so everybody can hear. I'm pale, still blushing as he hasn't backed away from me yet. "You'll be in the bathroom with me at lunch, okay?" he whispers, nobody hears it though, I thought it was strange, he never asks me to do this, I open my eyes a little bit and I make a shocking discovery. He's blushing too? No it must be a mistake in my eyes. I rub my eyes but when I open them, his cheeks are still red. I blush even more as he walks away with his group of friends. At lunch, I was scared of what he might do, but curious. I couldn't not go, so I obviously went.