"Hey, queer,"
has become the
first thing
I hear when I
walk into school
every morning.
I don't understand
their obsession with
calling me that, but
I guess they've realized
how much it irritates me,
and that's why they
keep at it still.
So when they call me
by that stupid slur,
everyone in the vicinity
always laughs
as I hurry away, trying to avoid
the path my mother had taken
when dealing with her own bully.
It's not worth it,
I keep telling myself.
Their opinions
don't matter.
Too bad I'm not
a very convincing liar.
The group that
has been bullying me
seems to have
restructured itself
since the beginning of
the school year.
Now, it is led
by a sneering senior boy,
one who wears a
cold, cruel smile
beneath his dark bangs
and has
icy blue eyes
to match.
If I remember correctly,
he's the one who
pushed another student
into me
by the lockers
on my first day.
(Needless to say,
I really don't like him.)
Unfortunately for me,
we share our
last period art class.
All I ever hear
from his side of the room
are comments about
the queer fag and
how his art sucks -
'him' being me,
of course.
I can't help but
fire back
(in my head)
that at least I
put effort towards
creating something that looks
decent,
if not very proficient.
He does
nothing
but sit there
and make incorrect assumptions
and stare at his paper.
I guess he doesn't know
what they say about
assuming things.
And then he'll complain about
how he was forced
into this class
to fill credits
so he can graduate.
He really doesn't want
to be here,
he says.
He could care less
about the claymation project
we're starting,
or the painting that
we're supposed to create
to emulate Picasso.
He'll screw around
with his friends
instead of working on
assignments,
which irritates the teacher enough
that she yells
at the whole class,
even though the rest of us
actually want to be here.
It's like this school
is progressively making things
harder
for me.
There's rarely a day
any more
that I can breathe easy
and know
for certain
that I am not being
judged
or criticized
for being myself.
Those days, of course,
are only on the
occasional weekends,
far away from
the public eye
and that group of bullies
who seem bent on making
my days in this school
miserable.
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There was this really huge storm that started last night, and the wind outside is still going crazy now... :\ It's so loud. And then my parents and I woke up at 4am because we thought we heard a tree branch fall on our roof (we live in the middle of the woods, so it's a very real possibility). So any good vibes or prayers or what-have-you that y'all could send our way would be much appreciated, my parents really don't have the money for roof repairs right now. (UPDATE: It's over and we were fine, don't worry, guys. The trees remained in their proper upright positions, thank god. But thanks for the concern, y'all are really sweet <3)
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