"Pansexual??! The fuck that means, huh you fag?!" A rough crass voice drawled.
"Let me go." A skinny boy wearing an embroidered jacket said with his forehead creased.
"Not so easy, snapper. You need to get a few things taught to you... we will get sense into you." Another harsh voice said.
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Fifteen minutes later, two figures could be seen tramping out of an old alleyway, their knuckles raw and their eyes malicious.
A skinny boy was left behind them, clutching his stomach, hot tears streaming down his pale face; hoping that someone, anyone would come...come and help him. Because he needed it. Help. Or he wouldn't see the light of the next day.
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General FictionSix high-schoolers face the challenges of life. What's so different about them? They're all members of the lgbtqa+ community, which makes it even harder,albeit happier.
