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My lovely followers and whoever reads this! This will be a story on gay romance that I will be writing! Sorry if I spell something wrong, miss a word or bad punctuation Ha Ha. But luckily for me I have my best friend Angel, who I am dedicating this to, she will be helping me correct some things! :3. This will be a step by step process. If you have any suggestions or questions then please comment or send a message! Thank you! And please enjoy! :)
From Angelea: Thanks for the recognition :)
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-2 Years ago-
"Fag"
Was the first word said to me for the day. I pull my gray hoodie over my flippy black hair, hiding my ember green eyes, avoiding any eye contact. I walk faster, dodging anyone who would come up to stop me.
"Hey! You the gay emo! Get over here!" It was Ronald Merks who was calling me. The more names he called me, the faster I walked. I was almost at my classroom, Chemistry, until a strong hand yanked at my backpack. Next thing I knew, I was slamed against a locker meeting two angry, dull, blue eyes. "You deaf faggot?" He glared at me with hatred. When I didn't answer, Ronald punched my stomach, I gasped when the air excits out of my lungs. "Whats wrong? Razor got your tongue?" Ronalds friends, Jim, Sam and Manny, all laugh. I try to squirm out of Ronalds grasp but that only made him hold me tighter. Ronald spat in my face making me flinch. Also making him smirk with satifaction. "Should we check to see if the razor really got his tongue Ron?" Jim asks with a suspicious grin on his ugly fat face. "Good idea Jimmy, maybe that's why our little sucker won't talk." Everything happened so fast. I blinked and then Ronalds hand was prying my mounth open to snatch my tongue. I kicked him in the balls which made him fall back in agony. I took my chance and fled. "YOU ARE SO DEAD YOU LITTLE SHIT HEAD!" I ran so fast that it felt as though my feet weren't even touching the ground. But it wasn't fast enough. Manny got in front of me, I ended up running into his fist. Stumbling back to hold my nose which was now warm with blood spewing out.
Before I could look up to face my attacker I felt another blow to my side, knocking me to the ground in pain. I groaned in horrific discomfort. Opening my eyes, which were blurried with tears, I heard Sam say,
"Hope you feel sorry for what you just did."
"Step aside. It's my turn to finish the job." I could see Ronald staggering towards me, a furious look of blood lust in his eyes. "Hope you said 'I love you to mommy'. Oh wait, I forgot, you don't have a mommy!" I tried to find the energy to stand up and smash his face, but I was too beat up.
"Say goodbye Fag."
"STOP!"
Everything was still. The only sound you could here were the foot steps of a girl running. It wasn't just any girl. It was Shelly. "Stop it right now!" Or I'll kick all your asses!" I blink away the tears to see her. There she was her chocolate brown hair up in bun to match her forest brown colored eyes. "You better go before i start the damage on you." She hissed. "Fine, but let me just say this. You are a loser Hunter and you always will be." And with that, the douchbags walked off with annoyence.
"Oh my god Hunter! Can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?"
"I'm fine Shelly, it's ok." I sat up rubbing my blood covered hands on my black ripped jeans.
"You call this ok!? Are you crazy! That guy wanted to freaking kill you! He is SO lucky I just gave him a warning or he would be a pretzel right now."
Shelly is a black belt in Kung Fu. Being sixteen now, she's been doing it for ten years. To me, I think she's pretty bad ass.
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Kiss away my pain
Novela JuvenilHunter Miller, a sixteen year old boy who feels lost. He cuts and he crys and the only one who can help him is his best friend Shelly Peterson. But after she dies from a tumor he feels as though its the end of the world. Will he ever find the stren...