that'll be the day

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john sat on the back of the school bus, his short quiffed hair a mess and a dead look in his eyes.

people around him we're casting glances and whispering words he could care less to hear, he tucked his earbuds into his ears as buddy holly played.

putting his hood up, he leaned his head against the window and dreadfully stared at his feet.

he was used to the comments

"heard she was a tranny."

"little julia lennon,the fag."

"disgusting crossdresser, she is."

avross the slim hall of the seats in the bus, a short blue eyed boy sat, staring at john with a frown on his face.

the blue eyed boy was determined to make him happy. happy as a whole, but happier in his own skin.

the bus came to a stop, and john grabbed his bag and got off after all the rest.

walking up to quarry bank he plucked his earbuds from his ears, and waltzed into homeroom. taking his seat in the back and staring out the window, he ignored the teacher throughout most of her lesson. making a snarky comment here and there when she said something that he found particularly dirty.

it was the average day in the life of poor, poor john. the boy stuck in another skin.

HI
ok so like this is a new concept for me writing this idk,but i hope u guys enjoy!!

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