The world is made of cold realities and disappointments, full of homophobic, racist and old-fashioned people. Full of money-driven people and beauty standarts that only a few seem to accomplish.
Here a group of teenagers try to find themselves in a...
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MONDAY
They say that teenagers have no idea what love is, that we are too young to know or experience anything "strong like love". In their minds, we will always be bellow them, we don't feel like they do, we don't have problems like they do, we don't work as hard as they do, we will never deserve to be treated or feel like them.
Now, Blake stood in front of a crying Phoebe, which was something she had never seen. Phoebe was always happy and outgoing, always with a smile printed on her face.
That morning, the group arrived at school but a member was missing. Nobody made a big deal out of it, maybe there was too much traffic. Then, hours passed and Phoebe was still not around, so before their last period, they decided to hit the road and head to her house.
A big man with skin the same shade of chocolate as Phoebe answered the door for them, he looked angry and like he could break them in half if he wanted to, they were in a bad neighbourhood that some would call "the ghetto" so, obviously, they didn't really know how to act or what to expect. Even Eli showed a bit of fear, he who rarely ever showed more than a poker face.
To their surprise, the man smiled and invited them in, it was something that left them with no words for nobody would expect him to be that nice towards a bunch of strangers. You could say the stereotype really was wrong when it came to black people or the ghetto. Good people lived there too, and it was just like any other neighnbourhood.
Blake knew people cared too much about the color of one's skin or where they lived that most people never dared to look past that. But when you do, you find things you never expected, and that we are all the same.
Back to the present moment, Phoebe's dad went out to work and the group all stood in the shabby living room, some on the couch, the rest on the ground in front of, a now sobbing, Phoebe.
"Phebs, you know you can talk to us, right?" Vivian said in her calm voice, while massaging Phoebe's shoulder. The rest were quite at a loss, not really knowing how to act in this situation. Leon was the first to snap out of this state.
"Was it a guy? I will beat him up, you just need to tell me who." He said proudly, his eyebrows were furrowed while he tried his best to figure out a "why" to the "what" that was happening. Phoebe only cried harder. "Or a girl! Whatever you are into is fine!" He added quickly.
Blake, Vivian and Eli only exchanged looks, not knowing what to do.
"He...he." Was all Phoebe was able so say before going into another crying fit.
Definitely a boy then.
"Alright, I'm going to get you a glass of water and some tissues, where is the kitchen?" Eli asked, standing up. Phoebe only pointed the way, and off Eli went.
"Who made you cry, Fee? Just start with the name." Vivian tried again, while Phoebe tried to even her breathing. Before she could answer, Eli returned with some napkins and a glass of water.
