A Novel Idea

Introduction

Authors Note: Hi :). This is the first draft of the story I'm writing. Let me know if you see any glaring mistakes! 

Asking after a rainbow support group isn't the first thing on every new kids mind, but one might say; I often don't have my priorities straight.

"Do we have a what?" the perplexed principal looks at me as if I'm speaking in foreign tongues.

"A QSA," I explain again, "Queer Straight Alliance, I heard that your school had one." Something I said must have struck a chord with him, because his eyes lit up.

"It's not official yet," he drones "but you could say that we might possibly have one of those in the making." I can't help the smile of excitement that tugs at the side of my lips.

"That's great," I beam, in a trance of nervous/excited energy. I'm so engrossed in it that the principal manages to push me out the door before I can ask any more questions.

The atmosphere in the waiting room bursts my bubble of excitement to say it's tense would be an understatement. The chairs in the room are filled by a group of boys, they're literally filed because these guys are so big. I'd bet money that they're all members of the rugby team, except for the boy on the right side of the room. He's sitting alone. It's like he's a plague and all the others are trying to avoid him. After I notice that I notice that he's holding a bloody cloth to his nose. Judging by the daggers that are being thrown across the room I'm guessing that something went down here and I don't particularly want to get involved.

I walk down the bustling hallway with purpose as if I know exactly where I'm going, which I don't. Smiling cheerily at the students that I pass. Not a single one returns my greeting, but that's alright. No one can bring me down today. The fresh start adrenaline hasn't worn off yet. As I'm walking through the hallway I spot a noticeboard. I fail to inconspicuously dash over to it. I'm skimming over sports bulletins and lost property notices until I finally find it, the rainbow coloured poster.

My high quickly collapses as I notice the two large tears that have been ripped through it. A defaced poster isn't a good sign. I stare in disbelief until the bell rings, prompting me into panic as I realise I have no idea where my next class is.