The Untitled Fag Project

Background

My name is Dallas Johnson and I am just your every day, gay teenager. I am like all you, sitting at a desk not doing homework cause fuck it. But for you to understand my life I feel I should take you back through my life to this moment. 

It's Preschool, the one time in life where you shouldn't have to fear grades, people or anything except spiders and the monsters under your bed, but that's not what life for me was like. I dreaded school because that meant Drake and  Marcus. These two douche bags made my life a living hell and I hated them, but I was a preschooler and there was nothing I could do against big third graders. Every day at recess and lunch, me and my best friend at the time Shane would hide behind the playground equipment because we did not want to face the world. So anyway, to get to the point, Drake and Marcus would drag/chase us up into the school tree house and lock us in these boxes that they had up there, don't know why they were there but it was a daily struggle. And to make sure that we wouldn't get out they would sit on top of the boxes so we couldn't get out. That was just the beginning.

After preschool everything was fine, I never saw Drake or Marcus again and I went to new school with a new group of people, but in fifth grade, I was made fun of again. I must stress that I don't think these people, in particular, meant to hurt me, maybe they did I don't know, but they did, in fact, hurt me. One day, after my mom had picked my outfit, already torture as a smol bean child, I arrived at school and went to our lines. At my school, the teachers would pick you up in the morning from a set of lines outside the classroom, a line for each teacher. Anyway, as sweet lil old me sat there waiting for the teacher I got cold and pulled out my sweater I was packed. As I pick it on, a kid from another line yelled," Hey look at Dallas' grandma sweater." I must admit though, it was a grandma sweater, no offense to grandmas. It had frilled edges and a diamond pattern throughout the whole of it. I laughed along with them but it hurt. I never wore that sweater again.

I had stayed at the same school for about six years and leaving it for a whole new city was really hard to cope with. At this new school, I had trouble making new friends, in fact I didn't really have friends. I was mostly alone, going through many changes in life, like sexuality and puberty and school pressure. It's the last day of school and we are having a field day, which meant burgers games and having fun except for one kid, guess who. So after lunch, our class was getting ready to play some stupid hacky sack game. The teacher told us to split into two groups, boys, and girls. As Mrs. Garret, our teacher at the time handed out hacky sacks I walked over to the boy's side since I am of the male gender, but as I walked I felt something hit my back so I turned around and there they were, the four people who probably ruined my self-esteem forever. They stood there, Marko, Daniel, Arturo and Dustin, staring at me, so I ask," what was that for." Their response crushed me like a fly under a newspaper, a newspaper that had been on fire and made of steel. 

"You're on the wrong side, the girls sit on the other side fag," Daniel said, and they laughed as if they were the world's greatest comedians. I didn't know how to respond so I just tried to push past them but that didn't work, they just pushed me back and threw stuff at me. I started to cry but no one really noticed cause they were caught up in the game. The only thing I did that I was proud of was I picked up one of the bean bags and chucked it as hard as I could at Daniel's crotch and ofcourse that's when Mrs. Garrett decided to notice the comotion and I got pulled out of the game and I ran away crying. WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!!! Did that make you happy Daniel, did I fufill your hopes, well I hope it did cause you set me on the course of self hate and depression so thanks again.