Colors

I. Our Life at Richmond High

August 28, 2011

No, I'm not emo, I'm not a freak, I'm not gay, I'm not unstable, I'm not in any danger, I'm not a model, I'm not a girl. I'm Ashton. I'm weird, I'm different, I can't be explained really. But here I am.

"Shit..." This journal was really going no where. 'Try it' they said, 'I'll help you with the problems at school and home' they said. I mocked them in the most annoying high pitched voice I could do. Them being the councilors. Mom was afraid that I was becoming a recluse because I was spending more time away from her and her new boyfriend. Truth is I hate Carl. He's a dick. I don't understand why mom can't see that though?

I wrote that down.

I put the journal underneath my mattress, the pen in my bag, grabbed my keys and headed off to school. Mr. Fay said that there would be a couple suprises today in music, first period. In the back of my mind, as I obidently and absentmindedly drove to school, I was hoping it would be a new drum kit, or a new instrument of some kind.

I parked in the student parking, next to Michael Clifford, I've known this kid for years and everytime he pulls up in his navy blue Honda Accord that has a gray front panel from running into a sign post earlier this summer, I never get annoyed of seeing his face, hearing his voice, his odd laugh, or his 'I'm a badass' style, when really he's the shyest, most caring guy I know.

"Hey Ash." He raises his hand gesturing for a high five, so I smiled at him and returned the gesture with a lot of enthusiams. "How's your morning been?"

"Slow. Carl got on my ass this morning for not folding the fucking laundry."

"Shitty. Does he know how to fold laundry?"

"I'm sure he knows how to fold a beer can with one hand...other than that effort he just sits on his ass all day."

"Dude...I'm sorry."

"No worries man. Hey, what do you think the surprise will be?"

"I hear it was new xzylophones..."

"You sound so enthusiastic Mikey..." The sarcasm was on high at this point.

"Shut up." And there was that odd laugher.

"Hey faggots!" Josh...

"This bitch." Michael said under his breath.

Josh Truan. The rugby star of Richmond High School, and I wouldn't be surprised if he's slept with every girl here in Sydney... I really hate this guy.

"You know you two...homecoming is ya' know comin', and was just making sure you both are asking eachother to go." He stood in front of us with the most serious, douchiest, teasing eyes that I've ever seen.

"No, Josh. We're not going together... just give this whole gay thing a rest, mate. You've been at it since freshman year." I said that with more annoyance that I would say 'I love school.' Michael was getting angry, remembering how bad the teasing had gotten during freshman year, when Josh's bulling was at it's worst.

"But..." he pouted his bottom lip. "I just want my one extremely disgusting favorite pair of gays to be together for this last homecoming."

"Fuck off you wanker!" Michael shoved Josh back, who had two of his 'henchmen' there with him in case shit went down. It must be a thing to try and start shit with Josh, because those assholes follow him around everywhere. There like Crabbe and Goyle, and Josh is their Draco Malfoy.

Josh laughed, knowing that he had gotten Michael heated, then started to walk towards the school doors. I stood in front of Michael, getting him to look at me so that I could see he was okay.