The Jaded Life of Adrian White

Chapter 1

First day of school. It was the first day of school and I was completely excited. Junior year. Two more years and I could get out of this town. You couldn't call my unhappy, but I sure wasn't happy. I guess I was fine. Honestly, I was a lovesick teenager. Classical. I just wanted to meet a boy who liked kissing boys. Living in a small town, I felt so alone, so out of place. I've dated girls before in the past but it's always the same. I don't like them, I just like the idea of Adrian being in a relationship.

I came out to my mom a couple years ago when I was in eighth grade. I told her when we were riding in the car. She said it didn't matter. That I was still the best kid in the world. I smiled and hugged her. She's the only one who knows in my family.

At school, people know. Some people figured me out on their own. Others were told by me. Freshman year, I told one of my best friends, Sam, and she went around and told everybody. That was one of the darkest days of my life. People looking and pointing at me. I was the only gay kid in the town we were in. At least, I'm the only one that I know of.

As I climbed onto the bus kids watched me. Freshman looked terrified, as they usually were. High school was an unpredictable battle field for them. They never know where they'll stand, and when they do find stature, they crap all over it. I would know, I was a freshman.

I sat down in a seat alone, as I usually did. I zipped open my black backpack and pulled out a copy of Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. I had to read it for a book report I was working on. I reached into my backpack again and pulled out my MP3 player. With ear buds in my ears everyone disappeared and I was alone at last. Page by page I completed each chapter.

I wasn't an only child. I had an older brother named Richard and an older sister named Chelsea. Chelsea was only two years older than me. At 18, I was already to run away. At 20, she was ready to settle down. I wonder what happens in between 18 and 20 that causes us to have such different points of view. Richard was 28, the oldest. I was the youngest. My parents were together, luckily. I couldn't stand having divorced parents, I would disappear after one fight of custody. Dark secrets must appear during such battles. No telling what could be thrown in a fight between two people who knew each other the most.