“Even the freshmen make fun of me.”
“Yeah. Freshman. I’m one grade higher than them, yet they treat me like a rat, just because… I’m gay.”
“Ay! It’s the sophmore faggot Gayson!” Something I hear every single day, whenever I walk into the hell they call Ridgepark highschool. Constantly having wads of paper thrown at me, with words written on them; words that should never be said in a church. Always having to clean red marker off of my locker door.
“Fag”
“Queer”
“Loser”
“Gay”
Always having my gym clothes stolen and ripped apart, always getting slapped with towels in the locker room, always getting funny stares and name calls from every student in the school. Eating lunch in the bathroom, getting beat up until I can’t stand anymore, being treated like an animal rather than a person, having my car spray painted with words so hurtful that I can’t drive it around anymore, and the worst of all… passing by Eli every single day, and having to face the fact that he’s never going to notice me, let alone have feelings for me. Hmmmm. Eli Mackeny. The handsomest, coolest, most down to earth junior I’ve ever known. Ugh. If only he weren’t straight… well, it’s not like I could change that anyways.
“Come on ladies get your feet moving! Teller! What are you, twelve? Come on hustle! Move it move it move it!”
I swear. The gym teacher has got a megaphone in his throat. I hate it when he makes us run laps in the sun. It’s practically torture.
“Teller! Get over here!”
I jog over to Mr. Brutus, muscles aching, and my neck covered in sweat.
“Jason, you gotta keep up your pace. You’re running slower than a snail in quicksand! Now move it!”
I nod and head back to the track, hoping that I’d pass out before I have to finish.
Before I’m able to get any kind of maintinence done, I’m slapped, made fun of, and tripped by the other guys in the locker room.
“Hey, I bet he’s enjoying the view.” Barkley whispers to Joe.
“Psh. He probably has a boner.” Cartman laughed.
“What a weirdo.” Jack snickers.
I get into the shower, turn on the water, and bawl my eyes out, hoping no one would hear. That would only make things worse.
