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Returning home was the same as usual, I had my earbuds in, listening to assorted hip-hop, classic rock and rap music. My house isn't the nicest, it's small and run down, but it's home. I hop off of my skateboard, and I open the picket gate to the backyard. The family dog runs up to me, as usual.
"Hey, hey, easy Bandit," I pay him on the head, before walking up the back steps and into the house.
"Hey dad, I'm home," I kick my shoes off at the door and lean my board against the wall
"Hey son, how was school?" His voice comes from the living room.
"The usual" I quickly say. I don't like to talk to my family much, they're good folk, and I don't want to bother them. I head towards the door to my bedroom, and flop down onto the ice blue sheets of my unmade bed. What point is it to make your bed look nice if no ones gonna see it and you're gonna mess it up while you sleep anyways?
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I struggle for a second to get it out, but it's a text from Baseball, an image of his cat, Striker. I grin, thinking to myself 'a few minutes late today, BB.' I send back a picture of Bandit from the other day, and then start scrolling through posts from people at school.
'Huh, Suitcase posted...'
A picture of the brown haired girl I had only recently met. She was standing in the forest at golden hour, in a beautiful outfit. She looked amazing, I admit it, sun like that looks great on her. It filled me with a comfortable warmth, so I 'liked' the post and scrolled past. Microphone... Fanny... Knife... TB... I paused on that one. Tennis Ball and the girl, I recognized her, that's Golf Ball, at an ice skating rink. Hey, at least she passes well, I don't think she'll encounter too much hardship in that sense. I went to look at her profile. Her little bio section had a trans flag emoji, so I guess she's 'out'. A pit grew in my stomach.
I put a hand on my forehead, sighing. I've been over this with myself a million times now. I like girls, they're gorgeous and amazing, but on very special occassions I like boys the way I like girls, too. It took a long time to get over the self hatred, though some might still linger. Maybe that's why I feel this way...
Envy. God, how much longer can I keep this hidden? Especially from Baseball?
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FanfictionItem High School. Population; too many. For some kids, it's also known as Hell, but things begin to change when someone new enrolls. The new face gets caught in the crossfire between an outcast, a bully, and a bystander, and lines must be drawn in t...
