CHAPTER THREE: A Day at School

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Caleb Matthews

Just came out to my parents and got kicked out with nowhere to stay. This will be my last post until further notice.

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Jenny Simmons: You’re nothing but a dumb bitch Danica.

Danica Jones: You better start praying because no one is going to pray for you when you go to hell.

Veronica Curtis: Don’t bother coming to school. We don’t want you polluting our clean air with your stench.

Michelle Choi: Shut up Veronica, you skank. We don’t want you polluting our clean air too, so close your legs.

CHAPTER 3:

I had to stay home from school for a week. Luckily, I had a doctor’s note saying so because I fell down the stairs. Mike brought my assignments home since we had most of our classes together. He also got assignments from my teachers from the classes I did not have with him.

“Thanks for putting up with me all week, Mike.”

“Don’t worry about it, buddy.”

We were in the kitchen working on our homework, while Mrs. Williams was cooking dinner. It was just them in the house before I came to live with them. Mr. Williams and Mike’s older siblings, twin older sisters and an older brother, were in New York. Mr. Williams and their eldest son had work, while the twins were attending college at Julliard.

“Are you ready to go to school tomorrow, honey?”

“Yeah, my bruises are fading already, well, the ones on my face are. I just don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. I did out myself on Facebook without thinking about the consequences.”

“We’ll be there to keep you company. Jenny, Danny, and Michelle have been fighting off people over Facebook. It’s gotten pretty nasty. A lot of the kids at school are a bunch of assholes.”

“Michael, watch your language!”

“Sorry Mom, but it’s true. They’re really close-minded.”

“I know, sweetie, but it’s something we can’t control as much as being gay or straight can’t be controlled. Your brother is lucky we don’t care if he’s gay or straight.”

I remembered Mike telling me how his brother, Dale, came out to them when we were in our sophomore year. It did not become a big thing in their family and it actually made them closer. I was still afraid of telling my friends about my being gay. It took me another year before I actually told them.

“Yeah, he’s lucky,” I whispered to myself.

“So, Mike, if you have anything to tell me…”

“I’m straight, Mom, I promise. I’m just an ally,” Mike said.

“Oh, I know. Your father and I had some idea about Dale before he even told us, but like I said, it didn’t matter,” she said as she sat next to me. “That’s why you, Caleb, are more than welcome here. This is where you are safe from your parents or those bullies at school.”

The next day did not start out so well for me.

“Are you ready?” Mike asked.

I was speechless. The cat got my tongue. My mouth was zipped shut. Yes, all those clichés applied to me at that moment. We were seated in Mike’s truck. He already parked at the student lot. I had my bag on my lap, but my body refused to move. Mike already had his door open, while I was just frozen.

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