So, this is my first fanfiction, but I love writing other types of fiction.
This will eventually be a Tryan... I think. I'm not really sure where it's going yet.
Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical or any of its characters.
R&R people! (PS: be critical)
It's a horrible feeling. It makes you want to run as far as you can, and not stop. You just don't want to stop moving until you're as far away from everyone that you know as you can possible get. He felt the feeling creeping up on him as he walked down the hall. It was one of those moments in which you can predict exactly what will happen in the next minute, and you just know that you'll be right. As he opened his locker, the feeling started to slink up his throat, and make its way, through a strange path, into the back of his mind. A note fell onto his feet, and automatically, he reached down to pick it up. The hand-writing that he was staring at was almost as bad as a five-year-old's. Squinting to make out what it said, a tear ran down his cheek. He knew this was going to happen eventually.
Everyday there was a note, and everyday he would read the offensive words that taunted him from their position on the crumpled notebook paper. The first note was simple enough, yet a sickening sight for the teenager. It read, 'I know your secret'. His heart started beating rapidly, and looking around him frantically, he couldn't see anyone who could possibly have put this note into his locker. Shoving the note into his pocket, he quickly searched for the one thing that could have given away his clandestine. As he suspected, his journal was missing. Someone had broken into his locker, and stolen the book which contained his most personal thoughts.
For weeks after the first incident, he found a note in his locker every day. They got increasingly worse as time went on. Each note revealed a bit more detail into the specific secret which was being discussed, and with each note, the victimized boy lost his hope for keeping his secret an actual secret. This final note, the one which invoked the feeling, stated 'I am going to tell everyone today, during lunch.' Once again shoving the note in his pocket, he made a run for the front door of the school. He ran outside, but slowed down when he reached his car. What was he doing? Whether he ran away or not, everybody was still going to find out during lunch. Gaining his composure once again, he walked back into school, and made his way to his first period class.
To his dismay, the hours before lunch flew by extremely quickly. As he walked into the cafeteria, he saw many students looking down onto the seats that they were about to sit in. On every chair, was a flier. And on every flier "Ryan Evans is gay" was written. At this sight, Ryan had the horrible feeling again. The feeling was a mixture of pure terror, confusion, sadness, and about every other gut wrenching thing that a person could feel. So once again, he ran.
