Rue & Hue

Gay #1

The mulch of course hurt when he fell, but he picked himself up and continued the chase.

Ain't that metaphorical and a double entente.

To love I mean

Ink was always a clumsy kid. He was very messy too. He saw the world as his pallet and he had no morals to tell him otherwise. His mother was a Finance executive and she cared greatly for her son and his hobbies. His emotions were wild and free, he was curious and lively. Creative and outspoken. He was made fun of for being "Gay".

Kids. 7 year old kids. Called him gay. As if that was bad.

It wasn't. And it never will be. Ink lived up to his "identification as a gay man". He was friends with more girls than guys because he was fun to be around. He related more to the artists than the weight lifters or fighters. He still liked to run around and play in the dirt. He even established his own restaurant where he served spaghetti (mulch), yogurt (more mulch), and cake (even more mulch). His friends would play freeze tag and soccer, and his other friends would have singing contests and see who could jump the highest and furthest off the swings. He mingled and fit into different groups of people as a kid, many students and teachers alike knew of the small artistic child that was Ink Comyet.

One thing Ink wasn't exactly good at were emotions. You would always see a smile on his face, his joyous laughter and glee would fill the halls, but you never saw him sad or angry. It was usually a happy smile or a neutral stare. When he was hurt, he brushes it off, even if he was bleeding or bruised. He didn't sympathize with other children in sad or horrifying stories or films or when their 2-day boyfriend/girlfriend broke up with them. He seems so level-headed for a kid who is so chaotic, being able to make logical decisions resulting in illogical actions.

He was a weird one

But that's what made him fun to be around.

Graduating elementary school and moving to middle school was a huge change. For one; kids weren't really kids but in this weird idle child phase of being a kid and a teen.

A preteen.

The combination of a wild child with the independence of a teen.

It was horrible. For Ink. And other kids

Friends you once knew gave you up for cliques and races, social ranks and hierarchy positions. You were either outcasted or fit nicely into a group with strict rules and regulations. With toxic people to finish it off.

Ink seemed to stay the same despite many of his friends going away; either to different schools or into their cliques. He was that one art kid who everyone knew and many had different thoughts on him.

"He's.... Weird"

"I like how energetic he is!"

"This isn't elementary school anymore"

"He's crazy"

"A f*g"

Okay... wow...

"He needs to grow up"

"He's loud"

"Who?"

Ink continued to grow infamously. In sixth grade he painted a teacher's door as per their request, and then he snuck into the school to paint other doors. It was the biggest scandal the school had faced that year. Besides that one girl getting pregnant but that was more towards the end of the year. Ink was suspended for a week and his mother had to pay for the cleaning of the doors. They tried to get her to pay for other things like the classroom supplies that were "also destroyed" but she quickly threatened more legal action if they added that on her bill.