(Third person)
Calum was sat on his bed, thinking of who knows what. He pulled out his sketchbook from his brown-stained bedside table, and opened it to a fresh white page. On that page he drew a boy. Not just any boy. The perfect boy.
He had dark hair that was light at the same time,
Beautifully green eyes the glistened in the fake light of his drawing,
Lips that were a perfect shade of light pink,
He had everything a real person couldn't have.
Everything Calum couldn't have.
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The drawing was hung on his wall, right next to his bed. Every night before he went to bed, he just stared at the drawing. Almost like he couldn't stop.
He woke up one morning the drawing still in sight. He had a dream about that drawing. A dream where he met the perfect boy. Nothing went wrong in his dream.
"Calum! Come get your breakfast" his mom yelled from downstairs, interrupting his thoughts.
Calum pulled his warm covers off of his body and put on his sweatshirt. His sweatshirt smelled like how he imagined the boy to smell.
Amazing,
Like flowers
In a warm field.
Calum ate his breakfast quickly, but not stuffing his mouth.
"I have to go shower"
"Ok, hurry up"
"Yes ma'am" Calum replied politely.
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Calum's voyage to school was long and boring.
He couldn't take the bus,
He would get made fun of for being gay,
His mom didn't take him,
She hated that he was gay.
His dad couldn't,
He had to work.
There was no winning in this family.
For him at least.
When he arrived at school, he walked quickly to his locked so no one could see him. He unlocked it quickly and took the things he needed. The slipped his backpack off his shoulder and hung it on the hook.
He walked to his home room, but decided not to go in. Less danger
The bell rang shortly, letting everyone know that the have 7 minutes to get to 1st period.
Calum walked slowly to his class
It wasn't far away
He walked in the class room and sat in his seat. There were only two other people in the classroom when Calum got there. However, the saturated to pile up as the late bell got closer.
The bell rang.
Dinnnggg
Calum was pulling out his notebook and writing the notes on the board. There was a knock at the door.
Calum heard the guidance councilor.
"Class, we have a new student," the teacher said.
