I knew I was gay when I was young; when my interests were not the same as the other kids. Sure they made fun of me, but I was happy and I wasn't going to change for anyone. I came out when I was fifteen. I was lucky enough that my mother and father both accepted it; both me and the lifestyle that came with it.

I never had a boyfriend at my old school. I was too "normal" for the Californian guy; at they just looked past me. I looked up at the rear-view mirror and examined my face. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'm ugly by any means. My facial features were prominent and I had a slightly muscular frame, a runner's build. I had a few whiskers on my chin area, a feature I get after a few days of not shaving. The most prominent feature I would say would be my dark-silver eyes, a trait that separated me out from the rest.

My orange truck slowly pulled into the small school's parking lot; which was covered with students. I pulled into a parking spot next to a silver Volvo, and a nice one at that. I slipped out of my truck and headed toward the large entrance to the school. Everyone seemed to stare at me, a reaction I was expecting. I walked slowly through the gauntlet of eyes, slugging behind my black backpack.

When I walked into the brightly lit school, I suddenly felt more nervous than ever. I watched as the students criss-crossed one another, knowing exactly where they were going. I looked down at my wrinkled up schedule.

Math - Room 214 – Mr. Stapleton

English – Room 116 – Mrs. Kliss

History – Room 136 – Mr. Gibton

Lunch – Cafeteria (West)

P.E. – East Gym – Mr. Mason

Chemistry – Room 223 – Mrs. Bradshaw

I walked slowly into bright office, looking up to find a skinny woman chewing mint bubblegum and typing on a clearly outdated computer. She looked up at me.

"Need somethin', honey?" She asked, smacking her gum.

"Uh, yes. Can I get a map of the school? I'm new today."

He face let off a consoling smile as she dug through a bin of pamphlets.

"Ah, here it is. You'll love it here. The teachers are friendly, as are the student body."

I gave back a forced smile, taking the map she stuck out in front of me. The map was red with "Fork High School" in large, bold white letters. I began to walk out the door, waving goodbye to the receptionist. As I stepped out into the hall, the loud obnoxious bell rang, echoing throughout the halls. I startled me, almost forcing me to drop my books.

I looked back up at the teens racing to their first class. I joined them, randomly exploring the halls for room 214… Math class.

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