Uniquely Normal (boyxBoy)

Chapter One- Ryder

Dear Ana,

My first day was horrible. I have nice teachers but, the people in those classes are the worst. Do you remember Becca PIscopo, the girl who has had straight A's since Pre-K ( the one that's constantly kissing the teachers ass)? Well, today Becca and her goonies, booked me in the commons, and everyone watched... as I picked up all my scraps and ran away. all I could hear was that witch, Becca's laugh and her "squad" cackling in the background. I ran to class and tried not to cry. I'm writing this on my laptop hoping you're doing fine. how is Chicago? how are the people? are they nice? are there more people like us? I really miss you, Annie. Please write back.

With love, Ryder.

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I shut my laptop, in time to hear my mom hollering sown stairs that breakfast was ready. I grabbed my backpack, opened the door, and bounded downstairs. The walls were a creamy tan color and photos of my brother and myself lined the walls. My brother moved out a couple months ago, he lives in Chicago now, he's majoring in culinary arts. I fixed the crooked display, and focused on my little chubby face, back when I was 6. I had grown so much since then. It still amazes me that something that small and chubby grew into me. A weird sense of nostalgia overtook my body. I brushed it off, and continued down stairs.

my mom was in the kitchen and my dad was at the table reading a newspaper.  they noticed when I walked in the room. my mom put a plate of eggs and pancakes on the table.

"hey chap!" my dad said as he put the newspaper down. "how was the man's second day of school?"

I nodded. I would never in a million years tell tem I was getting bullied by a girl.

"good." I answered as I shoveled some pancake in my mouth.

"made any new friends, champ?"

"uh, yeah"

my dad narrowed his eyes on me. I slouched down in my chair and before he could say anything my mom interrupted.

"honey, don't forget your book!"

she handed it to me, it was a greenish soft cover book, it had a square at the corner with a pair legs standing. the book was smooth and it smelled new.

I don't know about you, but I tend to lay back and enjoy the little things, like how that book had a little dent in the middle of the cover page. it was nice. something about books, really made me happy.

As a child I never liked to be in big crowds, and i was okay with no one noticing me. I stayed to myself, and i never played with the other kids. My parents were worried i had a mental disorder or something.

But no.

Little me was just antisocial and a nervouse freak. I didnt really care.

I snapped out of my thoughts and my parents were looking at me. As if they were waiting for an answer.

"Uh... did- did you say anything?" I stammered.

"No" they said in unison. They exchanged looks.

"Uh ryder?" My mom started "is everything okay?... you know with the-"

"Yeah, im okay mom. Promise"

I grabbed my bag and looked back at them.

"Love you guys." I said. I walked out of the kitchen, I opened the door, sighed, and walked out.

As i walked to school, everything seemed to slow down. The grass danced in the wind and the breeze sang as it ran through people's hair.

At the corner of my mind I saw a girl. She had short blonde hair that lay on her shoulders. And had bootleg pants that enveloped the top portion of her sneakers. She has a white tee with a stain on it and a sweater that was tied at her hips. She had the stature of a football player and and was really tall too.

Becca.

"Hey faggot, Wait up!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

I hurried my pace, but i knew, that i would be no use, unless i cut through the corn field.

I dashed into the path. But it was no use. Becca grabbed me by the collar, and pushed me to the ground.

I raised my fist.

"LET ME GO BECCA"

"what are you going to do, Rydie? Hit me?" She growled.

She was right i was defenseless. I couldnt hit her. If i did she wouldve ran and told a teacher. She was that petty.

She was still as she grabbed my bangs, and pulled out a red sharpie and slithered.

"Hold still, ryder. Youre going to be beautiful."