*Tyson’s POV*
I walk the unfamiliar halls, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. This was my new school. I just wondered for how long exactly? It was high school, so alas, the little kid days of classmates fighting over the new kid were gone. No one even noticed my apperance.
The worst part was undoubtedly the uniform. Nadiene had tried to get me into a public school, but this far into the semester they wouldn’t adjust to what I needed in order to earn my credits. Therefore, I was in a catholic school. You think uniforms look nice? Try wearing one.
The material was scratchy, the sizes uncostumed, the colors an ugly green and dead black. Yes, this school had forever ruined ‘naughty school girl’ for me, not that I was really into girls anyways. Schoolboy? Now that might be made into something.. Except I’d feel bad for him in such uncomfortable clothes.
Maybe school girls were only sluts because they wanted the unifrom off so bad?
“Tyson Gale?” the secretary asked.
“Saunders actually” I corrected on impulse. Nadiene’s last name.
She clicks away momentaril on her computer, glasses sagging to the tip of her nose, then nods her head in agreement “It does list that your gaurdiens last name is Saunders. Must be some sort of mix up… well get it fixed right away. Why don’t you wait in Mr. Rail’s office?”
“Sure” I agree, and go to the suggested office.
Sitting dwon in front of the large oaken desk, I tap my foot nervously. I wasn’t going to re-closet myself here. So I hoped the principal wasn’t a homopeob. I know what your thinking-princepal of a catholic school, also male, not homophobe?! Just doesn’t add up.
A crucifx hung on the wall. I fidgeted under it.
“Tyson?” a man asked. I turned and laid eye’s on a awkwardly tall man with light gray eye’s and a trust worthy smile. I relaxed instantly. Even if this man was a homopoeb, even if he hated me, I knew he wouldn’t be biased about it. He clearly wasn’t like Mr. Markem.
“Hello sir, may I just say it’s an hounor to be accepted into your school” I smile shyly.
“What a polite young man” he praised with a chuckle “I doubt it’s such an hounor in that uniform”
I grin. I liked him already. “It’s not so bad” I assure. It was.
“Now, you’re Nadiene’s boy, aren’t you?” he asks with a returning smile.
I blink “You know my mom?” I ask hesitantly. Weird.
He just laughed “We were high school friends” he brushes it off. “Anyways, we’re not here to talk about Nadiene” First name basis? “We’re here to talk about you and your future at our school. Now, the reason you left was because of bullying due to sexual oreintation, correct?”
He knew that!? I blushed “Yes sir” though I could have endured it for Quinn.
“I see… so Tyson, you’re aware we have a zero tolerance policy here, aren’t you?”
I stare at him, feeling dumb “A what?”
“A policy” he smiles, shwoing teeth “It means that if anyone bullys or lays an unwanted finger on you, they’re expelled immediately” my heart thuds, and suddenly tears are working to blue my vision. Why couldn’t Quinn be here instead of me, protected from a policy as amazing as that?
“Tyson? Are you alright?” he asks, pressing his fingers together and leaning forward in his seat.
I bite my tongue, trying to hide away my emotion “Me? Fine. Sorry about that”
