Crying For Help

Chapter Three

Bo's P.O.V.

I scribbled down a few chords, biting on the end of my pencil. I pushed my glasses back up on my nose before strumming a few new chords. I kept strumming a few chords in a row before a got a pattern I liked.

Finally I got something I liked and wrote it down. I nodded and put my pencil down, playing the chord progression I made. After I played it for a while I decided to make some lyrics to it. It went on like this for a while, and I didn't even notice that someone was staring right at me.

After I decided I should go home, I picked up my notebook and slung my guitar on my back. I looked up to find someone walking towards me. Quickly turning my head, I panicked, should I run or..? I mean, he doesn't look harmless but people and stuff. Before I could make my mind up he was standing right in front of me.

"Hey." He smiled, looking me up and down. "Hi." I spoke quietly, "I have to go.. tell someone.. something.. uh, bye!" I spluttered out my terrible excuse, jogging away before he had the chance to answer. On my way home my one and only goal was to not have human contact, but I just so happened to have pro longed eye contact with everyone I passed.

I walked into my house, climbing up the stairs to my room. I softly placed my guitar down and put my notebook under my pillow. I put the pencil on my desk and fell into my bed, not even going to look at the time. It felt late and it was dark outside so why not? I felt my eyes slowly close, falling into a deep and peaceful sleep.

I woke to the sound of my alarm. A swung my arm at it, after a while turning it off. I got up and got ready for the first day and my new school. I started walking, hands shoved in my front pocket and a back pack hung on my back. I nervously reached the school, shocked by how big it was. A lot bigger than my old school.

I nervously walked in the school, already getting eyed. I stopped when I saw a guy writing something down and laughing. He smirked, walking over to me. "Good luck, bro." He spoke, patting my back. Confused, I started walking to the principles office. She smiled, giving me my locker combination and schedule.

I thanked her before walking out of the office, I walked down the hall, trying to find my next class. A big group of kids were all grouped around the guy from earlier, laughing. "There he is!" One of them yelled. Everyone turned to me and laughed, and I tried my best to not cry, that would only make matters worse.

"It's a sighting of a faggot!" I took a deep breath as they all started shooting words at me, each one like a bullet. "Hey.. just ignore them.." A guy spoke, coming up to me. "Leave me alone!" I yelled, starting to run. "Run little faggot, run!" I had tears running down my face, running to find my class. I wiped my face and took a deep breath, opening the door.

"Oh, hello Mr. Burnham. Why are you late?" The teacher asked, the entire class turning to me. "I - I couldn't find the class." I stuttered. "Oh, okay, you can sit down over there." I nodded, turning around. "Mr. Burnham, come here first please.." I took a gulp, seeing the whole class snickering behind their hands. I walked over to her and she yanked something off my back, "You can go sit now."

I took a glimpse at what she pulled off my back and it was a piece of paper saying, "The newest faggot around! Come get him while you can, gays!" I bit my bottom lip and took a seat in the complete back, trying to hold in the tears. I can already tell it's not gonna get better.