No thank you

Chapter 1:

Chapter 1:
Forget all cliches, forget all tropes. Everything right now is about a story.

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"Blake, you're gonna be late for school!" A distant voice calls out.

I turn over in my bed, placing a pillow over my ears.

I'm being shaken awake, and I try to push away the hands that are violently moving me in my comfortable position, but I fail.

And then, I'm smushed.

"Fine, I'm getting up." I reluctantly get up from the comfy bed.

I face my sister, Adeline, who's got a smile on her face. She's won, but only for today.

"Come on, Dad's got breakfast downstairs, you have 25 minutes to get ready,"

I groan, already stripping and heading to the shower.

After a quick shower and rushing to get ready, I'm heading downstairs.

"Hey, hurry up and eat! Noah is driving you two to school!"

I quickly ate and grabbed my bag, but not before pouring myself a cup of coffee. My brother was waiting for me in the car, and Adeline was walking out just behind me.

Me and Adeline stopped, then looked at each other.

"SHOTGUN!" We both screamed at the top of our lungs.

My sister, despite wearing heels, ran down the driveway and beat me to the front seat. I sighed and took the back.

The cons of having a badass sister.

We drove off, heading to the school.

"So, Noah, what are you going to do for your 18th birthday this weekend?" I asked my brother.

"I don't know, I was thinking maybe celebrating at the new roller skating rink."

"Why? So you can get your butt kicked by me?" I teased.

We all laughed, and by then we had arrived at school, 2 miles away.

Noah parks, we all get out and say goodbye, heading to see our different  friend groups.

I head over to my locker, and see my friend group surrounding it.

There's Lucia, the chaotic one. She's bilingual, bi-racial, openly bisexual and always down to do something crazy. She's part Mexican and part white, and hearing her talk about her Spanish side of the family is such an amazing thing. She rarely sees them but she loves them so much.

Then there's Maia, who is much softer and chill. She has beautiful dark skin, and I want her skin care routine because her skin is so soft. She loves to listen to music and play piano, but she is most passionate about advocacy for all genders.

And finally there's Ripley. He's super athletic and absolutely loves playing basketball. He's so passionate about it and wants to play at UCLA. He's a gentleman, and has a girlfriend. But sadly she lives so far away, he barely gets to see her.

I smile thinking of my friends, and walk over.

"Hey guys!" I greet.

I get a chorus of "heys" back.

They turn back to stare at my locker, however.

"Something wrong?" I tentatively creep closer to my locker.

And there was indeed something wrong. Someone had wrote 'faggot' and 'fuck a pan' on my locker. In black ink.

I stared at it for a moment, trying to decipher whose hand writing it was but I couldn't figure it out. So I set my backpack down, opened it up, grabbed a piece of paper and a sharpie and started writing.