Okay, no more back story. Are you ready? Are you suuuuure? Are you suuuuure you're suuuuure? (Hint: The answer is three letters long and rhymes with res)
Almost 13 years later…
BEEP. BEEP. BEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEP. "Shut up, stupid alarm clock! Curse you! Curse your family! Curse the sun!" I mumble-yell, stumbling out of bed. It was the last day of school. The last day of sixth grade. I'm not very good at school. I have dyslexia, which is like, the hardest goddamn word to spell, and ADHD, attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (god, that's a mouthful), or as I like to call it, attention- OMG IS THAT A SQUIRREL? (A/N: I really do have adhd and dyslexia, and it really is the most unfair word besides lisp.) I nearly broke my neck getting dressed. Don't laugh, shirts are hard! Anyway, I was running late because of my near death experience, so I ran as fast as I could to the bus stop. I took my normal seat in the back of the bus with my friend Gavin. I'm sort of Gav's protector. He's really tall, scrawny, has curly hair which he always covers with an old Sox cap, and he's the only kid in the grade to already have a ghost of a mustache and goatee. Also, he never wears shorts, even in the summer, and walks with crutches. But he's cool. He's kinda my only friend, to be honest. "What's up, dude?" He asks. "Nothin' much," I reply. That's pretty much how most of our early-morning conversations go, to be honest. The bus stops again, and a boy with neat brown hair and blue eyes walks on. Matthew Brunswick. Matthew Brunswick has never worked a day in his pretty little life- and he's not planning too. He's not exactly popular, but by high school he'll be one of the top players. He's decent looking, above average at sports, and has a mom on the school board and a wicked rich dad. I hate Matthew Brunswick. "Oh great, we have fans," I mutter to Gavin as Matthew walks toward us. "Hey Remmy! Excited for your last day of sixth grade? Or are you too stupid to pass, faggot?" He taunts, leaning over the seat in front of us. "Shut it Matthew," Gavin mutters. "What was that, cripple? You say something?" He replies. Gav glares up at Matthew. "That's what I thought." Finally, after what seems like 90 billion hours, we get to school. As we're getting off, Matthew trips Gavin, who falls flat on his face. I glare at Matthew and go to help up Gav, who is very focused on making sure his shoes are on correctly. Weird. "Ha! GAY!" Matthew yells. By now, a crowd had formed. "Shut up Matthew, you homophobic asshole!" Said Cheryl. Cheryl's pretty cool. She's popular, but nice. "Ha, what? I didn't say anything like- I mean- ugh!" Matthew stutters, attempting to defend himself. Truth is, Matthew is the rudest person I've ever met. (A/N: Matthew's based off a sixth grader on my bus) He can't open his mouth without offending himself and everyone else that breathes oxygen. Gavin and I choose to leave while the attention isn't on us. "Thanks, Cheryl!" I say as we pass her. She nods her head in recognition.
Besides the rough start, the day went pretty well. Until third period that is…
I'm really sorry for not updating… I've been really busy with things.
I might not get around to writing for a while, but I'll try!- Felix (By the way, I have nothing against the LGBTQ+ community. I'm Transgender and Pansexual, I'd just be offending myself.)