Sorry for the long wait. My classes are over on Monday and then I got over a three week break and I will try to update this as much as possible then.
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Day 33 of Josh’s (too lazy and pissed off and upset to fill in the blank) Project 23:21 p.m.
It’s Friday, which can me several things. Like: big test day, party night, start of the weekend, relaxation, maybe even sleep. For me it meant date night, aka: worst date ever. Don’t get me wrong, the date started of good (the date itself was amazing after the day I had), it’s what happened after the date that made it horrible.
I guess I should start from the beginning.
I woke up to silence. Usually when my parents are home, they would get me up and we would all talk with each other and joke around in the morning. But, since they found out I’m not their perfectly straight son anymore, they’ve been ignoring me. Childish, and it actually upsets me a bit, but I just ignore them right back.
Arriving at school, I tried to ignore all the whispers and glares being thrown my way. Ever since my encounter with Rupert and his gang, people have been talking about me a lot more. No one’s tried to get physical with me, so I guess that’s a plus? I guess people liked that Rupert guy a lot more than I thought, I didn’t even know he existed before all this.
I let out a sad sigh when I opened my locker and a piece of paper fell out, saying SLUT in big bold letters. It kind of feels like that I am the only one who’s getting this kind of treatment, even though there are others in this project. At least I’m providing good footage and evidence for Josh?
The day just got worse from there. Someone left another note with the same word on my seat in my first class. Rupert’s friends kept calling me a pathetic whore in some other classes. Someone even tripped me today, like how childish is that? I got a legit argument with one person today.
This girl called me a slut and told me to make up my mind on one gender I’m interested. I tried to explain her that I’m bisexual and that means I’m interested in both genders, but she wasn’t having it. She kept insisting that I have to pick on or the other because being interested in both makes me a slut. I just gave up on the argument and told her the only slut around here is her white arse and then walked off.
Score one for Niall.
I missed lunch because I had to make up a test. Turns out I failed my geometry test, yay. I was late getting out of my last class, so I missed the bus. I couldn’t find any of my friends that can drive to get me a ride home and none of them was picking up their phones, so I had to walk the three miles home. My parents didn’t even acknowledge me when I walked through the threshold, which is fine because I didn’t want to talk to them anyway.
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