Out There
Bren Eldrid Bera
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I ran out of his office. I usually never lose my temper. Only when I think about Andrew. ~ Why did you have to leave me? ~
Despite the fact that it was a Saturday, there were still students in the school. The student's serving detention. Detention for picking on me.
"Hey fag!" One of them called out to me as I brushed past them. The others joined in. 'Hey fag, watch where you are going.' 'Off to some date, gay- ass?' and simply 'Faggot!'
I hated those guys. They thought they were cool, that they were better then me. To think I had been like that three years ago. ~ But that was before Andrew... ~ I exited the school. I looked back at it. Despite how polished and cleaned up it was, the Degrassi Community High School looked very depressing.
The windows were all lined up in little rectangular rows. I was surprised when I first saw the school that the windows did not have bars over them. The school seriously looked like a prison. It wasn't very encouraging to a student who had had to stay at their old school one more year. But now the place had a homey feeling in it for me, despite the fact that it smelled like disinfectant. I was still glad that this was my last year here.
I had started attending here in my sophomore year, right after the big tax hike. That was how the district had been able to reopen the doors. It had really pissed off some people, but hey, at least we weren't over-crowding anymore.
I went to my car and started to unlock the door, when I saw the word 'FAG' scratched into the door. "Damnit! Not again!" The jerks were always doing something like that. I tried to ignore it, but my sister would see it and tell my parents. Then the screaming would begin.
"Damnit!" I said again. This would cost money to get the word out. Money I did not have. This was bullshit.
I looked across the parking lot, and to my greatest horror, I found Jimmy and his 'gang' coming right for me. Jimmy was probably the one who had engraved the word. He was always bullying me. I can't believe we had ever been friends.
I quickly got into my car, put my seat belt, and drove out of there. I looked back at Jimmy in my mirror. He was smiling.
My eyes went back to the road ahead of me. ~ I can't go home, my parents don't expect me back for another hour. Dumbass counselor. Where does that leave me? ~
This next thought took a lot out of me. ~ I guess I could go visit Andrew's grave. ~
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"Andrew..." I whispered as I traced the lettering on his headstone.
* * * *
Andrew Maverick
Born January 28, 1987. Died January 28, 2005.
A loving son and brother who was unjustly struck from this world all too early...
* * * *
~ He was only eighteen! Damn the world. We were friends. We were lovers. ~
I got up off the ground and adjusted my skirt. It had been Andrew who had introduced me into the world of cross-dressing. I didn't think I would like it, but now... ~ At least then I had him. If only... ~
"Hey!" I heard someone say. I looked up. It was Wesley, Andrew's younger, violent brother. He was with some of his friends. They all looked pissed.
I knew he hated me. I was the reason for his entire world to come crashing down. I was the reason Andrew had died.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked scowling. "Queer." He added distastefully.
"I was just visiting, you know?" I said, backing away from Wesley slowly.
"No I don't know faggot. I thought I told you to stay away. Andy doesn't need no weirdo jacking off on his grave!" He and his friends now started to approach me. I saw Wesley pick something up off the ground.
I didn't bother to stick around and find out what it was. I turned and tried to run away. "Get him!" I heard someone yell. I think I might have gotten about a few steps before I felt something sharply hit my head. Hard.
Wesley had picked up a rock and had thrown it at me.
I fell to the ground and everything became hazy. I saw Wesley and his gang surround me in a circle. I saw their lips moving, saying the familiar words, 'Faggot', and 'Queer' but I didn't hear anything. It was like the world was on 'mute'.
I saw one of Wesley's friends, J.T. I think, pick up a stick. I saw him swing it down at me. I felt the impact of the branch, but for some odd reason, I didn't feel the actual pain.
If I had been fully aware of anything, I would have known something was wrong. I should have felt pain, but I was too numb to really feel anything.
I saw as more boys pick up on the idea of 'pain and torture', Wesley especially. They all went for sticks and rocks to hit me with.
I tasted the blood from a cut on my forehead. It had dripped down and ran into my mouth. I didn't care.
I felt the pummeling of rocks and sticks by the teens. I didn't care.
~ Sticks and stones may bash my brains out to the ground... ~
I finally heard something. It was the blood-curdling cry of eight teens gone mad. I didn't care.
I didn't think of how to escape. I didn't think about why this was happening. I didn't think about how much it hurt. All I could think of was how cold I had become.
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My eyes fluttered open to the sunlight. A dark scene greeted me. I was lying chest down into the dirt. I was naked. Ever wondered what mud tasted like? I knew just then, I had pounds of it in my mouth.
I tried moving, but couldn't. My arm was probably broken. I coughed and spat out blood. ~ Just great. ~
But worse of all, now I could feel the pain. It ran through my veins like a burning fire. I hurt. I hurt so much I went back to sleep.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi. Obviously. Otherwise, I would be bragging about it, and you would never hear the end.
Rated: PG-13 (Language, violence, and general discontent!)
Bren Eldrid Bera
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I ran out of his office. I usually never lose my temper. Only when I think about Andrew. ~ Why did you have to leave me? ~
Despite the fact that it was a Saturday, there were still students in the school. The student's serving detention. Detention for picking on me.
"Hey fag!" One of them called out to me as I brushed past them. The others joined in. 'Hey fag, watch where you are going.' 'Off to some date, gay- ass?' and simply 'Faggot!'
I hated those guys. They thought they were cool, that they were better then me. To think I had been like that three years ago. ~ But that was before Andrew... ~ I exited the school. I looked back at it. Despite how polished and cleaned up it was, the Degrassi Community High School looked very depressing.
The windows were all lined up in little rectangular rows. I was surprised when I first saw the school that the windows did not have bars over them. The school seriously looked like a prison. It wasn't very encouraging to a student who had had to stay at their old school one more year. But now the place had a homey feeling in it for me, despite the fact that it smelled like disinfectant. I was still glad that this was my last year here.
I had started attending here in my sophomore year, right after the big tax hike. That was how the district had been able to reopen the doors. It had really pissed off some people, but hey, at least we weren't over-crowding anymore.
I went to my car and started to unlock the door, when I saw the word 'FAG' scratched into the door. "Damnit! Not again!" The jerks were always doing something like that. I tried to ignore it, but my sister would see it and tell my parents. Then the screaming would begin.
"Damnit!" I said again. This would cost money to get the word out. Money I did not have. This was bullshit.
I looked across the parking lot, and to my greatest horror, I found Jimmy and his 'gang' coming right for me. Jimmy was probably the one who had engraved the word. He was always bullying me. I can't believe we had ever been friends.
I quickly got into my car, put my seat belt, and drove out of there. I looked back at Jimmy in my mirror. He was smiling.
My eyes went back to the road ahead of me. ~ I can't go home, my parents don't expect me back for another hour. Dumbass counselor. Where does that leave me? ~
This next thought took a lot out of me. ~ I guess I could go visit Andrew's grave. ~
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"Andrew..." I whispered as I traced the lettering on his headstone.
* * * *
Andrew Maverick
Born January 28, 1987. Died January 28, 2005.
A loving son and brother who was unjustly struck from this world all too early...
* * * *
~ He was only eighteen! Damn the world. We were friends. We were lovers. ~
I got up off the ground and adjusted my skirt. It had been Andrew who had introduced me into the world of cross-dressing. I didn't think I would like it, but now... ~ At least then I had him. If only... ~
"Hey!" I heard someone say. I looked up. It was Wesley, Andrew's younger, violent brother. He was with some of his friends. They all looked pissed.
I knew he hated me. I was the reason for his entire world to come crashing down. I was the reason Andrew had died.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked scowling. "Queer." He added distastefully.
"I was just visiting, you know?" I said, backing away from Wesley slowly.
"No I don't know faggot. I thought I told you to stay away. Andy doesn't need no weirdo jacking off on his grave!" He and his friends now started to approach me. I saw Wesley pick something up off the ground.
I didn't bother to stick around and find out what it was. I turned and tried to run away. "Get him!" I heard someone yell. I think I might have gotten about a few steps before I felt something sharply hit my head. Hard.
Wesley had picked up a rock and had thrown it at me.
I fell to the ground and everything became hazy. I saw Wesley and his gang surround me in a circle. I saw their lips moving, saying the familiar words, 'Faggot', and 'Queer' but I didn't hear anything. It was like the world was on 'mute'.
I saw one of Wesley's friends, J.T. I think, pick up a stick. I saw him swing it down at me. I felt the impact of the branch, but for some odd reason, I didn't feel the actual pain.
If I had been fully aware of anything, I would have known something was wrong. I should have felt pain, but I was too numb to really feel anything.
I saw as more boys pick up on the idea of 'pain and torture', Wesley especially. They all went for sticks and rocks to hit me with.
I tasted the blood from a cut on my forehead. It had dripped down and ran into my mouth. I didn't care.
I felt the pummeling of rocks and sticks by the teens. I didn't care.
~ Sticks and stones may bash my brains out to the ground... ~
I finally heard something. It was the blood-curdling cry of eight teens gone mad. I didn't care.
I didn't think of how to escape. I didn't think about why this was happening. I didn't think about how much it hurt. All I could think of was how cold I had become.
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My eyes fluttered open to the sunlight. A dark scene greeted me. I was lying chest down into the dirt. I was naked. Ever wondered what mud tasted like? I knew just then, I had pounds of it in my mouth.
I tried moving, but couldn't. My arm was probably broken. I coughed and spat out blood. ~ Just great. ~
But worse of all, now I could feel the pain. It ran through my veins like a burning fire. I hurt. I hurt so much I went back to sleep.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi. Obviously. Otherwise, I would be bragging about it, and you would never hear the end.
Rated: PG-13 (Language, violence, and general discontent!)