G-Force

Mr. P's Only Welcome

"You sir need to calm the hell down. You're at a fifteen and I need you to be at like, a seven." That was the first thing my 56-year-old guidance counselor said to me after I threw the vagina anatomy figure thing at this guys head after he said that girls parts were only good for one thing. My intolerance for this guys ignorance was intoxicating and causing a scene, which I refuse to stand for at another shitty strict school.
This was just another day for me, Hi, I'm Ellyott Solomon the only gay guy that I know of to travel with his straight dad for the army, I've been all over and hide my secret well. Only my mom knows, I mean I've never told her but I know, she knows, that I know, that she knows. She's hinted that she knows, and she knows me inside out. She's like my best friend and it's nice not to have to be on guard always, and she accepts who I am and what I can't change. I couldn't even imagine telling my dad who always has a combat stick up his ass.
Anyways, this kinda typical jock crap is something I go through every day, I hate people who discriminate or judge based on things they can't control, I guess for me it just hits home. One time I saw some guy giving a nerd a wedgie and I pantsed the guy and when he pulled his pants up he swung at me and I gave him a wedgie and the elastic snapped in his underwear and I went back and hit him in the eye, I died laughing and then he returned the favor, my eye was purple for two weeks and it was worth it. That was at my last school, not this one. This school seemed to be worse than the ones before, and to be honest i didn't think it could get worse, but i guess i was wrong. This school is one of the racist, sexist, and homophobic, etc. schools I've ever been to, and I've been to many, many schools. Not to mention that the school is literally in the middle of fucking nowhere like if you looked on a map you would see like a McDonalds and then like 15 miles away there's this tiny dot that I like to call the devil's gate, but it's more commonly known as high school.
Anyway, I got called to the office after I threw the anatomy figure at that guy's head, I think his name was Jimmy or something, and was told to talk to, Mr.... Mr.  Portender, Mr. P is what I call him. When I arrived he said, "You sir need to calm the hell down. You're at a fifteen and I need you to be at like, a seven," then he continued with some lecture thing, and I started to look around when I notice that there was someone else in the room, it seemed like his boss or something. I tuned back in, and the boss dude left. Then all the sudden, Mr. P's attitude changed, he stopped lecturing me, and seemed cool, collected and chill. He started telling me about how the guy was the principle, and he wanted to "get to know his new student," and that i shouldn't worry he'll probably forget about me by tomorrow. He continued on, telling me i should be fine, and that next time i shouldn't express my feelings by throwing a almost a hundred dollar female anatomy figure at someone. He also said that based on the situation, my mental reaction was correct, and that my physical reaction should be dialed back.
As he continued talking, i listened to him, and went back to looking around, the walls were a light lavender, and had crisp white trimming. The room smelled of musty clean, and had many pamphlets, dark brownish cream shelves, with books and things. There were two windows, one looking into the school office, and one looking outside. The one looking outside had a view of a pretty cherry tree, i guess it was for home E.C. or something. The room was comforting, and so was Mr. P, he has the type of voice that could interest you, and put you to sleep if you're tired. At the end of the conversation he handed me a stress ball, a pamphlet, and a handshake/ welcomed me to the school.  First person to do so, not under the best circumstance, but still very nice.