Another move, another state, another school. Another issue to worry about, another group of friend to make and lose, another plethora of missed opportunities waiting to pass me by.
Thanks to my mother and her crummy ass job, forcing us to move to all these crummy ass locations. Where are we this time? Oh look at that, Michigan, better pack extra jackets. I guess moving wasn't ever difficult however, considering any friend I made while I was there, despised my guys by the time we left, and sustaining a boyfriend wasn't my expertise. I still hated the concept of moving over and over, when I was five, my parents disguised the whole ordeal as"An elongated road trip". But as time after time, moving after moving, I gave up caring what it was. I stopped making attachments to those surrounding me knowing they would only be left in the end, I preferred to be alone. I gave up caring on my appearance and let my body become as disheveled as it felt that day. Short blue gelled up hair the colour of a peacock. My glasses were just thick black rims, my clean shaven face not by choice but by force from my father. Some black band tee, a grey jacket, and some blue skinnies. Black socks any day of the week, and white Vans, I was... Average. absolutely not some Michelangelo sculptured masterpiece of a hot ticket. Even my name screamed generic, Joey Blue, just Joey Blue. The only possibly interesting thing about me might have been my sexual orientation. Which wasn't exactly a well kept secret, or any secret at all. I was gay. And I was proud of that.
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Just A Little Hope
Science FictionI don't have much time to talk, I am using my abilities, to give myself a second chance with the boy I like, but somehow, the national government has found me and plan to use me for experiments! What am I gonna do? How do I fix this?
