I stood there in shock. He had kissed him. Like, really kissed him.
Then the shock turned to jealousy. Why couldn't I be like them? Why did I have to be different?
Then the jealousy turned to anger. Why was I feeling sorry for myself? They are my friends, I should be happy for them!
Then the anger turned into a headache.
I took an Asprin, then layed on my bed, wondering why I was like this.
I threw my pillow at the door, threw my chair, which almost broke the window, and just pushed everything off of my desk. Then I took a pillow and screamed in it. Letting everything out.
Anger, jealousy, sadness, confusion, everything was screamed into that red pillow.
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I woke up, my headache still not gone. Groaning I sat up and looked around my room. It looked like a tornado came through.
Mmmmm......those tornado chip thingy sounds good right now. I laughed at myself and my stomach growled.
I went downstairs and grabbed a bag of Bugles from the pantry, opening them and walking back up to my room. My mom was gone, in New York, at a job meeting. I was all alone in the house. I wasn't going to school today.
My headache got worse every minute I stared at the wall.
YOU ARE READING
Straight Lines
HumorJust a typical story of a kid, named Mason, trying to figure out how to come out to his family, his friends, his schoolmates...... But this story has a twist.
