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Memories

Aaron POV:
-Flashback-
A year and a half ago. (Halfway through Aaron's first year of middle school (7th grade))

I awaited my friend Samuel outside his house. I had finally caved in to going to school with gay pride shirts on. He was never afraid to share his opinion, but I was always self conscious.

Sammy finally walked out of his house and greeted me. "Hi, Ronnie!" He said.

"Hi, Sammy!" I called back. When he reached me, we hugged then began to walk down the sidewalk together, with our matching pride shirts. We were not boyfriends or anything. We were just really good friends who were gay (or at least half gay in my case.) We would talk to each other about anything and always came to the other when one of us needed help. Although, neither of us liked each other romantically. Sammy was crushing on a boy named Charles Lee and I may or may not have had a crush on a boy named Alexander Hamilton.

We continued to walk down the sidewalk, talking to each other about random things. Then, we finally reached our middle school. Here goes nothing. We walked into the school and immediately people turned to look at us. Some people shrugged it off, some people glared, and some people were just happy for us (We then had to explain that we were not dating.)

Sammy continued to walk confidently down the hall. I was slower and tried to keep my head down. Then, he turned around and forced my head up. "Be happy to be who you are, Ronnie. Don't let others affect you. They are just too blind to see how amazing you are!" Sammy smiled. His words filled me with courage and I held my head up high. With Sammy by my side, I felt as if nothing could go wrong.

"You're right," I said. After that, we boldly continued to walk down the hall.

We were almost at first period when I heard a voice that usually mad me feel warm on the inside. A voice that usually made my heart skip a beat and my chest fill with butterflies. But today, his voice was cold and mean. "So you're faggots," he spat. I turned to see Alexander sneering at me.

"Alexander-" I started saying, a deep blush covering my face.

"Oh and you have a crush on me? Sorry to break your gay little heart, wait actually- I am not sorry," He sneered laughing and walking away.

I stood there, frozen in fear and embarrassment. Everyone around me was laughing. I didn't know what to do. Sammy put a hand on my shoulder. He began whispering, "Don't listen to them, Ronnie. Their opinions-" but I ran away before I could hear the rest of it. Tears streamed down my face as I raced through the crowd. Sammy called my name but I ignored him. But I could not ignore the things people were shouting at me.

"Gay little shit!"

"Useless fag!"

"Ewww, get away from me!"

"Go kill yourself!"

That last one struck a chord. Maybe they are right. I should kill myself. No one would be sad. Sammy only pitied me. My uncle would probably be happy that I was gone. I would be gone quick and everyone would easily forget about me.

I rounded the corner and ran into the bathrooms, quickly shutting myself in a stall. I curled myself into a ball and sobbed. I shouldn't have worn a pride shirt. I should've known not to share my opinions. It always just ends up hurting me. I should do like my uncle always says. Talk less, smile more.

I was only there for about 15 minutes before I heard something over the loudspeaker. "Samuel Seabury and Aaron Burr, please report to the front office, immediately." I wiped the tears off of my face although, it was still red and puffy from crying. I unlocked my stall and walked out of the bathroom. I didn't want anybody to see me crying, so I raced to the front office, keeping my head down the whole time.