It was currently 6:02 A.M. on December 12th, 2013. I walked down the stairs of my house and entered the kitchen, most of my family hadn't awoken yet due to having later starts in their day.

I slowly started to prepare myself a breakfast as i waited for the clock to reach the window of when the bus would most likely arrive. I yawned deeply, wishing I had been able to get a few more hours of sleep before I had decided to hurl myself off of a bridge into a Costa Rican river rapids.

I glanced at the clock again and saw that it would be time to leave soon. I grabbed my backpack and coat and headed out the door to my bus stop.

The air was cool and thin, trademark for the local winter. Accompanying the cold air was a fine layer of snow on the ground. Almost tall enough for the schools to call a snow day, but I wasn't that lucky.

I put my hood up in a desperate attempt to keep some of the warmth inside my body as the school bus rounded the corner

The bus doors swung open as I piled into the half full bus. Looking around, I decided that a quiet backseat would be best for me today so I could be alone with my thoughts.

In fact, I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't have time to notice the foot that abruptly jutted out as I my way to the back of the bus. I desperately flailed around trying to catch myself, but to no avail. My head slammed into the floor of the bus as mass the students around me erupted into a fit of laughter. I got up and quickly searched out my would-be assailant, but I couldn't pick out who had tripped me.

I sullenly made my way to the back and sat down heavily before noticing my lip felt oddly wet.

I wiped away the liquid with my hand only to find out that the liquid was blood. The fall had given me a nosebleed.

With a deep sigh, I pressed my sleeve against my nose and tipped my head back, hoping to stop the blood flow before it got too messy.

"Today is going to be long isn't it?"

The day had been long, far too long in my opinion. For starters, I had managed to be tripped on the way out of the bus as well, starting the well of blood I had just stopped to start gushing up again.

Then in homeroom, I had found my homework missing from my backpack, even though I had made sure to put it in before leaving the house, meaning I had to do it again if I didn't want trouble.

Then in Science, someone "accidentally " set fire to my coat, meaning I had to face the cold snow in only a t-shirt.

In Math, someone threw my calculator on the ground, meaning I had to go through the lesson almost blind.

Unfortunately, in recounting these events, it had caused yet another attack, in which i was picked up and thrown into mud. Cold, snowy, slush-mud. Without a jacket.

I. Was. Done.

I jumped up from the cold mud and whirled around to see who had pushed me. Unlike the bus, though, this time I saw him.

He was a large kid for his age, most likely bulk built up for sports. He was wearing a red pullover hoodie, that to it's credit, looked very warm. Well, warmer than my mud-caked clothes at any rate.

"And just what the fuck was that for?" I demanded. The jerk just sort of smirked at me.

"What do you think it was for? I'm doing this place a favor, people won't have to look at your faggot face with all that mud on it." He sneered. I didn't care anymore at that point. The day had been building up to that point and I had taken all I had taken all I could stand. I had endured 4 hours of bullshit just to find out that it was because I was gay. So I did the only thing my mind would let me do at that point.

I punched him.

I punched him as hard as I could, but I quickly found that it had been a mistake, as he had come back with a vengeance, throwing punch after punch at me as I found no way to defend myself from the barrage. I blacked out.

I came to about an hour later to someone carrying me to the nurse's office. I didn't care who the person was at this point, I was just glad to be out of the cold. As I was being laid down on the makeshift hospital bed in the nurse's office I was able to finally see my savior from the cold.

He was a little taller than me and had dark hair and wore a long coat, which he was beginning to drape over me like a blanket, when he noticed I had woken up.

"Oh good, you woke up, I was starting to worry. How're you feeling?"

I tried to sit up, only to find that trying to move caused a large amount of pain. I coughed heavily and replied, "Not good, it hurts to move."

A worried look crossed his face. He held his hands up in a way to show that he wanted to check my injuries.

"May I?"

I nodded slowly, as he started to feel along my chest and arms.

"Well, it's looks like you have a cracked rib, a broken leg, and a possibly sprained or broken wrist. Looks like you've won a trip to the hospital...Sorry, I didn't catch a name."

"James, what about you?" I smiled at him, he seemed really nice.

"Shaun, nice to meet you." He smiled back, beaming before adopting a more sarcastic look.
"Although, it would have been better to meet under less...painful circumstances."

I grinned profusely. Well, if there had been a plus side to today, at least I met Shaun.

And it's the NEXT chapter that starts the stupid sci-fi stuff. God, the more I write this, the more comments I feel like I'm gonna see saying stuff like "This is really dumb and has nothing to do with Metal Gear and feels like a shoe-horned gay love story." and goddamn if I'm not right there with you, but I'm just writing what I feel like writing, and that is unfortunately is a gay, sci-fi, love story with, like, a 'Matrix' edge to it.

Sucks, don't it?

-James