The Paupers

Alec

I pick myself up off the ground after being publicly humiliated. Finally they left me here. My knees hurt like they have been broken over and over again and I can barley stand. Finally after what seemed to be an eternity of limping I made it to the boys bathroom when I took in a big breath to brace myself for the pain I might endure. Apparently I can't walk on the third floor because all the little football jocks have lockers on that floor and they don't want faggots. Their words not mine.

I pushed myself to the swinging door and when I fell against it, it completely flew backwards hitting the wall and I hit the ground. I groaned in pain as I tried to pick myself up again.

"What the fuck. I thought we told you get lost." Harvey gave me a look of disgust but still continued to check himself out in the mirror above the sink.

"Dude. You fucking faggot. You got blood on my varsity jacket." Zane yelled but was looking down at my jacket. I was bleeding? I touched my hand to my face and when I removed it sure enough I winced and there was blood on my forehead.

Harvey turned towards me and leaned back onto the sink. "Here. Since you got a limp, I'll give you.... 6 minutes tops to get out of here. Don't be here again." He finished and his words were as cold as ice.

"This is fucking ridiculous, can't you guys just grow up. I have biology on the third floor anyway, how am I supposed to not walk on this floor? " I argued back at them.

"Well," Harvey walked towards me and then he squatted down to be somewhat near me. We stared at each other and then a smirk formed on his face. "Don't let us catch you."

The bell rang and they quickly scurried out of the bathroom, leaving me on the dirty tile floor. This has been happening ever since I came out. It's like everyone turned against me. Now I was never friends with those assholes but they left me alone, I wasn't friends, I wasn't their enemy but now I'm just a target. I used to just blend in with the crowd but ever since that incident at Sindies party I was beaten up and tossed around. I used to play varsity hockey but an injuring kept me off from the season all thanks to them. I never even meant to say it, it just slipped and I surely haven't told my parents yet.

The boys didn't like me in the locker room with them because they all think just because I'm gay means I'm going to try and look at them while they're changing. If you ask me they're all over exaggerating half of them look like a foot and have the mental capacity of a pinto bean.

I mean seriously that's like just because your straight and this girl is straight doesn't mean she or he would be attracted to the person. Try justifying myself but no one cares enough to listen. The school doesn't care either but I haven't told them the reason I've been bullied was because I'm gay. That would mean my parents found out and I'm just not ready for that. I'm Catholic, I love God, Jesus and my faith but I feel like my faith doesn't love me back. My parents are extremely Catholic and take the bible completely literal even though you shouldn't. I'm afraid if I tell my parents my dad might lash out. I love my parents but I'm just so scared of losing them I've just been hiding forever.

My best friends still love me and that's the only thing that I really hold on to.

I take a look in the mirror and I can see a bruise on the side of my cheek forming and my eyebrow is split. I take paper towel and try and dap the blood away but I only make it worse and more painful for myself. After I'm cleaned up I make my to my class, forgetting my books and pencils because I just don't want to deal with it.

I made my way to my Bio class to have everyone stare at me when I walked through the door.

"Mr. Gerode. You've missed half the class." He states but I'm looking straight at Harvey with a smirk on his face and his hands resting behind his back.