Erin's life isn't the best. She's going through a lot, but what will happen to her when a pair of twins come into the picture. How does she handle everything when all she has come to known is hatred?
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Being a freshman in high school is not the easiest thing in the world. You're going through bodily changes and discovering more things about yourself that you never knew. You experiment and have to figure out what you are going to do after you get that diploma. It's pretty intimidating and it doesn't help when everyone else towers over you or when they see all they do is glare.
I'm standing at my locker grabbing my books for chemistry and I take look around at everyone in the hallway and they all have the same face. Hate in their eyes, a frown capturing their lips, and glaring daggers at me. I've had this reaction since seventh grade, when I 'came out' as they say. What they don't know is how much it hurts to be hated like this. I'm being hated for who I am. Which in my opinion is really screwed up.
People are always hated for something. The way they dress, walk, talk, anything really, but I'm hated just because of my sexuality. People really shouldn't hate over something as silly as that, but that's our society. Hating what we don't understand, hating what we fear. It makes no sense.
Somehow I'm handling the 'whole world hates me' scenario by doing things that I'm not proud of, but it helps. No one sees it though, I hide it with my jacket and jeans. Never to take them off in public, it would probably bring them satisfaction.
I closed my locker and start walking to chemistry. As I walk down the hall the glares follow my every move. Some snicker causing me to jump and at every single sound I hear because I live in a constant fear of everyone around me. As I pass the windows of the front office I glance at my reflection.
Being around 4'2" with chin length brown hair that sticks out against my pale white skin, high cheek bones, small pink lips, a button nose as my Aunt says, thin eyebrows, and having a natural blush to my cheeks I could be called cute. When it comes to my clothes however, a baggy gray zip-up jacket, blue boot cut jeans, and some old black Nike's, as Simon says 'that's a no from me.' I look into my eyes, those blue-gray orbs that once held happiness and a never ending light now carry bags from all the sleepless nights, filled with a pain that no one sees but me, and underneath the all the pain is constant fear. What have I become? I used to have everything at one point, but now it seems like I have nothing.
Looking away from myself, I keep on walking going to my class just to sit down in a room full of people who want me gone. I'm used to it though. I had to go through most of the seventh grade with it and all of eighth grade. I did have friends once, but they all left when I came out. I guess they never were true friends, they showed their true colors when I needed them most. As I sit in this room I can feel the holes everyone is trying to drill into my head. I already know how they feel about me, I still have the bruises.
This is a normal day for me. Go to school, a place where I'm hated, then go straight home, to where I'm ignored. Living with my drunken father and his horrid wife, my step-mom. A dad who can't hold down a job, his excuse for a wife gambles all of our money down the drain, and my mom is dying of brain tumor. Barley getting enough food to eat because my dad and step-mom spend all of it on beer and gambling. Being treated like a child because they believe I can't possibly understand how much stress they have on their shoulders. Maybe you would have less stress if you didn't gamble your paychecks away and we could actually afford a decent meal.
They only escape I have is when I see my mom. I visit her whenever I can. She knows about me and loves me wholeheartedly. I've tried telling my dad, but he was too drunk to understand. Whenever I go over to see her we just talk about our day. School, tests, progress, the hot nurses, and everything else. She helps me through anything and I love her for it. She is my only ray of sunshine in my dark world and I don't want it to go out.
With being terrified twenty-four-seven, I run to all of my classes. I am an 'A' student after all, so at least I don't have to worry about failing my classes. It's also a plus because I can get out of this town and have a better life, but that's years from now. I walk into my algebra class and see a new student. He has shaggy blond hair that falls into his dark green eyes, a chiseled jaw line, medium sized nose, and some full lips for a guy. About 5' 5'' or 5' 6'', muscular, and a perfect white smile. He's wearing a black short sleeve shirt that contrast with his tanned skin with the words 'No Freedom 'til We're Equal' in white lettering, khaki cargo shorts with black converse. The teacher pointed to the only empty chair- the one next to me. He came over and sat down then extended his hand to me in a friendly gesture.
"Hi, I'm Ryan Martin." I took his hand and shook it once. "You are?" he asked his voice was kind of higher pitches than most guys, but it gave the impression that he is nice.
"I'm..Erin Mitchell." I said quietly.
"Nice to meet you Erin. Hey, do you like my shirt?" He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it down to unwrinkled the words.
"Yeah. Why are you wearing that though?" I turned my head to look at him. He looked at me confused then smiled.
"Because, I like it, I agree with it, and I'm it." Now it was my turn to look confused. Damn riddles. I replayed the words over in my head and broke them down. He likes the shirt, he agrees with the message, and he is it? Wait, he is it! My eyes widened and I looked at him who was shyly smiling.
"You are too?!" I whispered excitedly. He nodded his head then flipped his head to the side.
"You are?" He asked quizzically. I nodded. We both smiled at each other. I found someone like me! Wait, I found someone like me?! I have to tell him how everything will be if people found out about him. I finally found someone who is like me and now I'm the one to tell him that he is going to be hated for who he is. That's just flippin' perfect.
/////////////////////////////////// I'm not the best at describing people so, I searched for pictures. Best I could find for my image of Erin. (Top/begging)
Ryan (best I could find)
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