Syn#1:Heaven is a Syn away MxM (Staten Krown)

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'I heard he's getting ass implants' — Shut Up Bitch

'I heard he's cheating on Tommy you know Tommy, cute Tommy'— Shut Up

Bitch

'Well, I heard he found out Sampson got his cousin Yolanda

pregnant'—Shut Up Bitch

'I heard his dick is 9 inches'— Shut Up Bitch

'I heard he going to be running the gay pride parade.' —-

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"Shut up Bitch!" I shouted, furiously.

I looked around. Shit, I was daydreaming. I was in middle of my

Sociology class and everyone turned around to look at me screaming out. I

couldn't believe that it had been the second time this week that I'd been

daydreaming in class and not catching myself till it was too late. The day

before, I had fallen off my chair from daydreaming. Now I was calling out

in class.

The students started to mutter things. They always muttered things

about me so it wasn't a surprise. It seemed like everything I did was

spread around school. People started to spread the weirdest rumors about

me. A lot surrounded my sexuality. None of them made sense at all. Most

of them were completely fabricated.

The students in New Brunswick were all so ignorant. It was the only

way to describe them. I had become the most important thing in school. At

first I thought it was about Trash, but now I knew it was about me being

gay. The fact that I was gay had made everyone so NOSY about everything I

did.

"Syn," the teacher said, "Did you just tell me to shut up?"

The teacher was a lady with curly hair. She looked real smart.

Matter-of-fact, she was one of those people who looked smarter then they

really were. She pretended she was smart too. She had her little square

glasses and her long Barbara Bush skirt.

"No no," I said, watching everyone laugh, "I didn't tell you to shut

up. I mean, you could if you want, but it didn't come from my mouth."

She looked offended and I didn't give a fuck honestly. Truthfully I

planned to zone out as soon as she got off my balls and went on trying to

make the class believe she was the best thing since John Stuart Mill.

"Syn, have you been paying attention?"

"Why of course Ma'am, who wouldn't pay attention to you?" I asked, looking

around to see a couple of kids wanting to raise their hands. They didn't.

I knew they were scared. Punks. Where had the virtue in truth gone? Now

everybody had to live by the rules to be a good person. How could goodness

be measured by this teacher's yardstick, which smashed on the board just so

that kids would stop their meaningful conversations to listen to her lies?