CH.1:The prince on the porch

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I found him last spring, sitting on his front porch. He looked like a prince. he was tall and fit. He was mixed with light skin. His hair was black and curly. His smile was so perfect, it reminned me of my dads smile. He must have moved there over the summer regarding the fact I haven't rode my bike down perfect rode since May. He waved and smiled at me as I passed his house, I waved back and noticed something in his lap like a book I didn't really know what it was but I didn't think much about it.
I was on my was to my best friends house. He wanted to come over and his mom finally let him. We don't see each other very much over summer break we just mail each other. My best friend name was Kile. Kile was always the one that would make everyone laugh. He was short and scrawny, but no one picked on him because of his brother. Everyone was scared or Kiles brother. Even Scott and Rally. Scott and Rally was the neighborhood bullys. They often picked on me cuz I'm the nerd of the neighborhood. My name is Sam. I am a boy, I'm also gay if you didn't notice. I have blue eyes and blond hair. And I wear glasses my size isn't a skinny and not fat... I guess you could call me "healthy". Im 5"3' ik short and I'm 16 years old. I guess that would make me a perfect target for bullies short,"healthy", gay, smart. I got to Kyle's house and rung the doorbell... I stood there for it felt like forever but really it was only a couple minutes. Finely his mom answered the door."I'm sorry Kile can not stay over he's in trouble."Said his mom. I herd Kile screaming at his dad "I hate you guys why can't you be happy with who I am" he yelled. He was also gay and his parents didn't expect that. I focused my attention back to his mom and mumbled "thank you" as I turned to leave. "Oh Sam" said his mom. I quickly turned back around to face her... "Kile will no longer be going to your school." My face turned red hot with anger and sadness fighting back tears I turned and got back on my bike.

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