The Mask Hiding The Real Jay

Prologue

My name is Jay. I'm 16 years old. You're probably wondering "this is gonna be another mundane story, moving on to the next" but I promise you it is unique. I'm not like "normal" kids because two things, one, normal doesn't exist, and two, I don't exactly have a sexuality. Here in my school, everyone who doesn't conform gets made fun of, and I'm in that category. Most of the other kids listen to hip hop and R&B. But I listen to Electronic, which gives bullies grounds to make fun of me. The only reason why I don't fight is because I don't want to get suspended and disappoint my dad, like I always do. He doesn't know I'm confused, so I'm waiting to tell him myself. Only thing is my dad isn't the best person to try to get to understand something. He has unbelievably high standards and unbelievably insane consequences if they're not met. The worst part is...he doesn't want to raise a bisexual son. So I don't want to disappoint him but if my mind and heart says the opposite that he believes, I'll be resented by him forever. And my brother and sister? Well, I'll just give a brief summary on them. Brother: ridiculously stupid horn-dog. Sister: almost a lot like me. But when it comes to me, nobody really knows who I am. I don't even know who I am. Not yet, at least. So nobody says they really know how I am, and describe me with only one word: spontaneous. I do things people don't expect. Like help the ones who help me, which a lot of kids don't do. But there are also the bad things. I do vandalize some places, but with special messages. But the government doesn't care. Vandalism is what it is. I got arrested twice already for making a mural of my dead best friend, who committed suicide at the tragic young age of 11. They arrested me again for painting a mural of our recently murdered Mayor, Mayor Costner. He was damn near good, but someone shot him. I was even a suspect until they later realized I remember those who are dead personally. I don't kill, except those who deserve it but I'll dive deeper into that later on. Truth is, according to the town, I'm a nice person. But the school says otherwise. They call me names, they make fun of my looks, and they even make fun of my art. I'm constantly pushed out of clubs and classes because of this. I'm expected to be in the lowest tier because I simply just don't understand myself. They don't understand me. But that will change soon. I will promise that.