Hey everyone, this is my first story, I hope you enjoy it. I have no idea what Tommy's parent's names are, so I apologies for that, if anyone knows, could you tell me in the comments? I'd love it if you could!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story. Later on I may have OCs, but for now, none of them belong to me (because I do not believe in slavery).
Okay, I hope you enjoy!
Introduction
(Tommy's POV)
Tommy sighed as he left the school. This would be the last time he walked out these doors he realised, and that thought made him happy. He went out to his mother's car and looked at her happily. She shot him an angry look and didn't speak as she put his school supplies into the back of the car.
"Why did you do that Thomas?" She asked with a sigh when he got into the car.
"Because I hate it here Mother," Tommy responded, "They try to make me dress in a uniform and they try to tell me that―"
"It doesn't matter what you think about what they teach you, what they say is the truth! Thomas, this school was a good one! They believe the exact things that your father and I do! I know that you did that just to get kicked out Thomas, and I don't like it. I realise, however, that you will just do something like that again if I send you to another private school, so your father and I have decided that we will try sending you to public school." She sighed again, more heavily than before.
"Really?" Tommy was overjoyed. He had never gone to school with people whose beliefs were similar to his. Perhaps that meant he might make friends, or at least not be hated by everyone else.
"Really." His mother said, she saw the look on his face, the pure joy in it, and she realised that this may not be as bad as it seemed.
The car pulled into the driveway and Tommy jumped out. He grabbed his suitcase and realised that at his new school he wouldn't need to bring clothes because he wouldn't be living there. He smiled at that thought, he'd get to live with his mother now! But then again, he'd have to live with his father now.
When he walked in his father put down the newspaper he had been reading and looked over to Tommy. He looked disappointed in him, and that made Tommy feel ever so slightly bad.
"Well Thomas, you've finally gotten what you want haven't you?" He sounded angry. Tommy didn't respond. "Answer me Thomas." He glowered at Tommy.
"Yes Father." Tommy said looking down at his feet.
"Thomas, go to your room." His father sat back down and didn't look at Tommy again.
Tommy went to his room and sat down, then he unpacked his school supplies, finding the makeup kit that he had snagged off of a girl at his school. He had forgotten that he had had that in his locker, he needed to hide this immediately, if his parents found it… he couldn't imagine what they'd do to him. Perhaps they'd crucify him in the hopes that it would make him more Christian.
He slid under his bed and tucked the makeup under one of the bed boards and made sure that it couldn't be seen even if someone was under the bed. He smiled at his work.
Sometimes he hated how effeminate he was. He was straight, but everyone thought he was gay. And because of that, his father hated him. All his father saw was a failure, a gay son who was atheist, received bad grades, and hated Christians. I suppose he's right though, I am a failure and atheist and I do receive bad grades and I do hate Christians. But I'm not gay! Tommy thought angrily. Why can't they understand me? Why couldn't I have decent parents and why do they have to hate me? Tommy thought.
At his new school he'd be more masculine he promised himself. He'd make them like him, he'd have friends here, no matter what. He couldn't stand the thought of being bullied endlessly again, he didn't want to be picked on. He had dealt with that for long enough. He got out of that school and he didn't want his time at this new school to be at all the same.
Was that okay? Do you have suggestions for what should happen later? Do you have any criticisms? If you do, please tell me! I appreciate any help you offer me!