See Through

A Fresh Start

Mitch's POV

My name is Mitch Grassi. I used to live in California, but now my Dad got a job promotion from this big company, so we had to move to Texas. Today is my first day at Martin High School. At my old school, I had many friends, because we grew up together. But if there was ever a new student, I was more socially awkward about it. I'm not really the best at talking to, in front of, or really anything involving new people. It is probably because all my parents ever told me was 'Stranger Danger' and stuff like that.

"Are you excited about your new school, Mitch?" My Mom asked while I was eating waffles for breakfast. I usually don't eat breakfast, or dinner either, but my Mom made me. "I guess." I let out a long sigh, hoping my Mom would reconsider homeschooling me. "Well we better get going. Don't want to be late on your first day." Even though I had my own car and a license my Mom insisted on driving me so I wouldn't 'Get lost'. Also known as skipping.

When I arrived at school it was just like the pictures. I got out of the car, waved bye to my Mom, and walked in. As soon as I walked in a teacher came to greet me with my schedule, locker number, and directions to my homeroom. Everyone was already at their lockers so I decided I would find mine. When I walked up to my locker a group of jocks were nearby. I got the things I needed for my next class and turned behind me to head there. When I turned around I noticed a very tall, very handsome boy. He was also super cute and hot and many other amazing words to describe him. I had a major crush on him. His eyes so blue, hair so perfectly styled. UGH! I needed to meet him immediately! But like the whole group heard my thoughts they turned around. "What are you staring at?" said a different guy, Not the angel. "Hey, the new little gay boy sees something he likes!" he said. I ran to the bathroom.

After a bit of crying, I considered all of the things that he said, and I guess they were true. I'm gay and that boy is something I could stare at all day. I guess I didn't expect everyone to be so brutally honest on the first day. When I looked presentable, I came out of the bathroom and went to my homeroom. And then the torture began.