{6th grade}
"Louis come on! Lunch is almost over!"
I was standing on top of the tallest monkey bars. Harry said he would catch me but I'm still really scared. What if I hurt myself? What if I hurt him?
"Harry I can't! I'm scared."
"I'm right here Louis, I'll catch you I always will!", he says to me with a smile on his face that's so big.
I can see the dimple in his cheek all the way from up here.
I can do it.
I can do it.
So, I let go of the bars and seconds later he caught me. He caught me but we both ended up hitting the floor with me on top. His arms were wrapped around me and I was breathing really hard.
" You ok?", he asked when I pulled my head up to look at him.
"Yup.", I said to him and we both got up.
The bell rang and then we had to go to class. It's almost Christmas time and I'm still confused on where my classes are. Harry helps me though, he knows all this stuff better than I do. While he walked me to my class he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Other people looked at us and whispered but I just gave them the middle finger and moved on.
We got to my class and I waved him goodbye. But then I pulled him back to me and hugged him.
" Bye Harry.", I told him and he did that blushing again.
"Bye Louis.", he said softly and ran to his class.
I went inside mine and sat in my seat. There was a squishy noise that came when I sat down. I got up and it was peanut butter from the lunch today. I stood up with it all over my butt and people that were in the class laughed at me. My teacher tried to get the class to calm down but they kept laughing.
Out of nowhere someone threw an eraser at me. Then more of them came along with pencils and someone even put a whole container of pencil shavings in my hair.
I started crying harder than I ever had before. They all were laughing and calling me names.
" You're a little bitch Louis."
"Why are you so gay?"
"You like kissing boys don't you?"
"Fag!"
I finally learned what fag meant, from Harry.
Because he said he's been called that too.
Security guards came in along with the principal and they got all the kids to quiet down. Leaving the only noise in the room my crying. They told they class they should all be ashamed and that they'll be getting a punshiment.
"But it's for a good reason! We saw him and Harry hugging and making googoo eyes."
"Yeah, they're both boys too. They're not supposed to do that.", Becky said.
" Shut up Becky, you were kissing Charlie earlier behind the stairs then sat with Greg at lunch.", I said through my tears and most of the kids gasped.
"Come on Louis, let's go call your mom and get you cleaned up.", Principal Hansen said to me and I followed her to the nurse.
While in the nurse's office I was told to sit on a newspaper, since there was still peanut butter on it, and sit on the bed. A while later my mom came in the room with pants in her hands.
Her jaw dropped and she covered her mouth once she saw the pencil shaving in my hair and how dirty I looked.
"Oh my poor Lou.", she hugged me and I cried I in her arms.
" I'm sorry mommy."
"No no baby, it's OK, you did nothing wrong ok? Here take these jeans and go clean up, I'll be in the principal's office just go in there when you're done.", I nodded and she brushed the hair out my face then kissed my forehead.
I went to the bathroom and changed and shook my head then put water in it to make sure I got the shavings out. When I stepped out the bathroom Harry was sitting on a newspaper with shavings in his hair.
" Harry!", he looked up and I hugged him. Some of the shavings got in my hair but I didn't care.
"What are you doing here?", he asked.
"It looks like they did the same thing they did to me to you.", I told him showing him my pants.
" Why would they do this? ", he started crying and I hugged him again.
"It's ok Harry. We'll be OK.", I looked at him and then I kissed his forehead like my mom did me.
When my lips were still on his forehead, his mom and mine walked in the door. His mom gasped and mine just looked shocked.
YOU ARE READING
Denying Dreams
ParanormalGhost story/ imaginary friend . "Those monsters that are made fun of That people say are under your bed at night? They're truly in my head and take out all their might On me because of the harsh words it was directed It's my mind holding me captive...
