The Word Special (BoyxBoy)

As a child I was always afraid of monsters hiding in my closest, Waiting until dark to come out and scare little children. My mom used to tell me that there was no such thing as monsters and as I got older I believed her. Now I no she lied. Monster don’t hide in closet’s like cowards and scare little children, they walk among us and torment any of us that they feel is more pathetic then themselves. There humans that build their own security from fear and innocence of others. They cower from other monsters like themselves, never fighting a fair battle.

Then there are the ‘normal’ people who also walk side by side with the monsters. Turning another way when the monsters strike, ignoring the war they know exist but refuse to fight. These people can also be cowards, refusing to stick up for the losing team because its ‘wrong’ and ‘un-natural’. They pick the winning team for a reason and why not? Why not pick the team that prey on others problem, why not help ruin others lives because you cower from others?.

Then we come to who I call the brave. The people who know who they are and aren’t afraid to show it, the people who help others that are unfortunate enough to be caught by monsters. These people to me should hold the leadership, not the monsters. But unfortunately the world doesn’t revolve around me so the monsters still rule. Much to my distaste I may add.

Finally we come to the people like me. Also cowards but for a reason. Monsters. Yeah I’ll admit that they scare me, and that I ran from them - more then once but there are more monsters out there then ‘brave’ people, so until then I’ll stay were I am. In the closet.
We have different names - gay, bent, queer, homosexual, poof, fag, fairy but me… I like the word special.

Oakley Charms is not your average looking teenage boy, with his small features and big eye's. This was all okay until he’s dumped into dumped into a school full of complete anti-homophobic, perverted