- Faggot!
- Loser.
- Go back to kindergarten, where you belong!
I closed my eyes and tried to shout out the voices, but it was like a CD that lagged. The words echoed in my head. I sighed and put my head in my hands. I was so tired of this. I wanted nothing more than that it would stop. Yes, I'm homosexual. And I've always been. Alright, not always always, but since seventh grade. That was when I was absolutely sure I was gay. Unfortunately, there were many homophobes in my school.
It had always been so. I was the bullied, all the others were bullies. After all the years of taunts and jibes had my confidence hit rock bottom, so I never found the courage to speak up. And the teachers did not seem to care either. They took it as if it were a game.
- How is it, Dan? Are you sick?
I lifted my head and met the school nurse's brown eyes.
- No, I'm just a little tired, that's it, I said and smiled a fake smile.
- Are you sure you're fine? You're a little pale.
I smiled back and nodded, praying inwardly that she would decide to go wherever she was heading at before she saw me. And then she went, and I went back to sit on the bench and feel sorry for myself. Please, cannot school end now? As an answer to my prayer the bell rang and everyone rushed towards the cabinets. Nobody wants to stay in school longer than necessary.
I walked with quick steps homeward. The worst thing that could happen now is that I ran into Niklas, the worst of the worst. It was he who first began to bully me; all the others followed his example since he always was right.
If we met face to face, as we have done many times before, it always ended up that I came home with a fresh black eye and dirty clothes.
Luckily, I met no one. I almost ran through the door and slammed it behind me.
- Is that you, Dan? My mother called from the kitchen.
- Yes, I replied, taking off my shoes and jacket and went into the kitchen.
Mom was standing at the stove, and was about to cook meat sauce. I sat down on one of the chairs and relaxed. I was safe.
- How was school? My mother knew that I was bullied, she had talked with both my teachers and principal several times, but as I mentioned before, it was a game for them.
- Okay. Just a little taunts. Better than usual, I murmured against the tabletop.
- I have good news! My mother said, and putted down the spoon she was holding. She turned to me and really jumped up and down with excitement.
- Yes, I've talked to a friend of mine, and he'll lend you his apartment.
- You mean I'm going to move? All alone?
The idea scared me. Do not misunderstand me, I really wanted to move, but I was ready?
- Dan, you're old enough to move out.
- I guess you're right.
I jumped off the chair and hugged her tightly. I was going to miss her.
- Where am I moving?
- To Pewter City.
- That's awesome.
Yeah, it was awesome. We continued talked about it for a bit, before I got up to my room to pack my stuff. It felt like I was flying, I was so happy!
