Walking Sins (BoyxBoy)

Miss Chinnigan

Erik^

School.

School in my oh-so humble - and underappreciated - opinion, was just terruble. From the sticky tables, to the graffitied lockers - the way that sweat seemed to cling to the air. I hated all of it. To me, school was a necessity that really didn't teach me anything that was a necessity.

When was I really going to need to know that the mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell? That Wikipedia isn't a reliable source, that any poetic feeling or outtake of emotions are to be written on door-less toilet walls.

Such bullshit.

Walking around the corner that held the counselor's office was probably the worst thing I could've done. Not because I didn't like the counselor, because I did - in fact she was a lovely woman tiny enough to fit in a backpack - but out the front of her office was the biggest school club we had to offer.

The God Loves All committee.

With 400+ members, it was by far the most successful extra-curricular activity. And considering the fact that our town was even more religious than our school, having it on any slip of paper meant that you got away with almost everything scot-free.

Which meant for me, 'A troubled teen who has lost my way', that everyone in that group of 400+ kids was trying to help me 'see the light'.

I usually tried to avoid them, and was usually successful. Usually.

"Oh, Justin, good morning, I hope you're well today," Allison's green eyes could only be defined as crazy; her curly, wild hair only added to the effect. "He's watching over you, you know - He wants you to see the good in this world."

"That's very nice of him," I brushed past her, already late enough for my English class as is. "Unfortunately though, God didn't grace me with twenty-twenty vision, so I can't actually see that, but thanks anyway." She opened her mouth to reply, but I continued walking, looking back only to say, "I'm sorry, I'll catch up with you later, I'm going to be late for English."

As I walked away, I avoided turning around, because if I did, I knew I would have to face her crazy eyes - among with her peer's. And that was another thing I really couldn't be bothered doing today.

It wasn't because I didn't like religion, in actuality, I found it quite beautiful. The thought of being so dedicated to one thing was a true feat in my eyes. Because even if I didn't believe in God, I didn't hate him.

But given my circumstances, I wasn't entirely sure that I could be a part of any of that.

"He only wants you to be happy!" I cringed, still walking forward.

I'm sure if she knew I was the gayest dude in this shithole, she would be changing her mind very quickly.

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I was only five minutes late for English, which, given the fact that my teacher was Ms. Chinn - often regarded as the fat Empire State Building - meant that my afternoon was now booked with an afternoon detention.

Thankfully, after she had had her way and basically humiliated me in front of the classroom, I was granted permission to take my seat - to which I did - keeping my eyes downcast and avoiding all other presences.

It wasn't a subject I particularly enjoyed, although I honestly think that had more to do with my teacher than anything, but that didn't mean I didn't pay attention.

Well normally.

But, alas, my mind was elsewhere.

I was trying desperately to keep my mind on track, because otherwise I would have more than one detention - but let's be frank, my motivation was in microscopic pieces, scattered across the universe with no spaceship to take me to collect them.