The boy got in his car, starting it up and driving down the road. His small town in Minnesota would soon be left behind. After his parents found out he was different they decided to send him away, somewhere he would be accepted.
Today was his last day of his sophomore year. He said goodbye to all his friends and teachers. He resigned from all his extra-curricular activities. Knowing he would be leaving tomorrow all of his belongings were packed.
He would miss his family dearly... they would miss him too. They would but they had to do it.
His name was Connor. Connor Franta to be exact. He was moving to a exclusive boarding school in Los Angeles.
Miss Grande's School for Homosexuals; The School for Acceptance.
He remembers the day he came out of the closet. He sat his family down after he had just gotten home from winning a track meet, his family was so happy. He spit it right out. They thought he was joking. But the green-eyed boy was as serious as he'd ever been. His father didn't react like he expected. He hugged him tight and then walked out. His siblings shrugged it off. His mother kissed him on the cheek. They had all left the boys standing in the dining room all alone, crying and mumbling curse words under his breath.
That night, Connor was on his computer. He heard something slide against his hardwood floor. A brochure. For the school. Connor cried himself to sleep that night, not because of the school brochure, but because of the note he found inside.
Dear Connor,
We are so proud of you for finally not being scared to be you. But, the place we live, is not a place to be for that. We must ship you California at the end of the school year. We know that it will be tough. We suggest you start packing now. But don't forget where you came from. You are ours! We love you with all of our hearts. This is why we are doing this. We want you to okay to be you! 100% of the time.
-mom and dad
T•R•O•Y•E
He pushed him up against the cold cement wall sticking his tongue down his throat. Troye ran his hands through the boys hair, tugging it slightly. They broke apart, he then takes the opportunity to place kisses down Troye's jaw line.
The door swung open, causing them to break apart.
"Troye?" The green haired boy asked. Tyler....his best friend.
"Hey Mate!" He say letting go of the boy.
Luke?Michael?Calum?Ashton? Troye couldn't remember what the boys name was.
"Bye, Troye." He says walking away. That leaves Tyler and Troye alone.
"Lunch?" Tyler says. Troye nods as he locks arm with Tyler.
They walk through the corridors, smiling at all the popular people that greet them. They had two groups at there school. The populars and the normals. No one was really bullied at the school because they all had something in common. They were all homosexual.
Connor
Connor packed up the rest of his things putting his laptop, earphones and cell phone in his backpack. All of his stuff had been shipped earlier to Los Angeles while Connor would take a plane. He said goodbye to his siblings and parents, running to the uber.
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When got on his flight he thought and thought. Why did he have to be different. Why?! Then he blamed himself more and more. If he hadn't said anything to his family he would've still been in Minnesota, enjoying his life. If hadn't said anything. That's when it hit him.
Connor Franta is going mute.
He should. That way he doesn't screw up his life anymore. By speaking.
He knew this was gonna be hard, but he didn't care. He's rather be mute than ruin his life.
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His plane landed soon enough and he got of going through baggage claim and getting a Starbucks drink. He found this complicated by pointing at the menu, but then he decided to write it out. After that he found the limo driver to take him to the school. And old man with a long white beard, he goes by the name of Charles.
He held up a sign: Connor Franta. Connor walked over to the man, extending his hand out. He was about to speak, but then he remembered.
"You're Connor?" he nodded vigorously in response. "Okay well you can get in." The man said.
Connor slid into the back seat and pulled out his laptop, he never really searched the school. every time he wanted to, it just brought him to tears.
He slowly typed the web address, scared of what would come up. He looked at everything. From the activities to the dress code. Which was pretty strict. But Connor was confident he could rock it.
By the time they made it to the school it was I 7:30. Connor already missed his family and friends dearly. The thought of it made him tear up. But he decided he would push it all back. He didn't want to but he had to.
He s out of the limo, his year old vans hit the the pavement. He slowly walked up the marble steps. He pushed the big wooden doors open. His phone vibrating in his pocket, we walked up to the front desk.
"Ahh, you must be Connor!" She said. A lady with a tight high ponytail. And a grey pencil skirt.
"I'm Miss Grande." She says. Connor nods and extends his hand to shake.
"Your parents informed me that you know the school." he nodded.
She handed Connor a duffel bag, full of clothing. Probably uniforms. She showed Connor to his dorm, which he didn't share with anyone. It had a mini fridge, a desk. An iMac and a bed. It had a stereo system, and a walk in closet. All of his clothes were set in the boxes that were in the middle of the room.
The rules were posted up on his door:
All students must be on school campus by 10:30 or will face a series of consequences.
The new dress code, must be followed.
no running, or yelling in the hallways
All students must have there ID card.
Connor did not feel like reading the rest. he checked his phone, tired of traveling all day. He decided to go get something to eat. He texted for a uber and got his wallet. He waited for about 20 minutes until the uber got here.
"Where do you need to go?!" the man says.
Connor took out the small gift card and flashed it at the man.
"Chipotle?" Connor nodded in response. The uber driver got in the car and Connor slid into the back seat. Connor pulled out his phone and looked at his social media. He got a text message from his best friend from back home, they had been through everything together. She was the first person that Connor had come out to. He could trust more than he could trust his own family.
taryn👽: miss you so much con, swim teams not gonna be the same senior year, but i love you con.
Connor tried to hold back tears, but it didn't work out very well. He had to take a moment, he was a mute boy, in Los Angeles, crying in the back of an uber, all alone.
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