Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2007 11:16:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Edward Dufresne <nygfof6@yahoo.com>
Subject: Deklan

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the law where you are leave please.  I love feedback this is a new story
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  Deklan, paused before stepping out of his dad's car not sure if he was
really ready for this new beginning to his life.  He looked out at this new
school, in a new town ,in a new state, and wondered if he would ever fit
in or find friends.  After living in Boston for the first fourteen years of
his life, he felt totally out of place in this small rural Kentucky town.
The total population of the town was only 2500 people.  His old school
had that many kids in each grade.  Deklan had begged his father to turn
down the job promotion as new head of production at the ultra modern
mini-truck plant.  But, the money was just too good to pass up.

     Deklan stepped out of the car and headed into the new school where
the total population from grades K-12 was less than 600.  His dad had
enrolled him last Friday, the school consisted of three wings.  K-5 in one
wing, then 6-8 in the middle wing, and 9-12 in the last wing.  There was
only one gym and locker room for both middle and highschool sports.
The grade school had a small gym for their own use.  The sports fields
were separate also.  The worst thing about this new school was the
requirement that all middle and highschool students must shower after
each PE class.  At Deklan's old school showers had been optional, only
the boys who had a lot to show off showered.  Deklan had never
showered at school, puberty was still a far off dream for him.

     Deklan stands 5'2" tall and weights only 94 pounds.  He has blond
almost white hair that consists of loose curls, that hang down to below
his ears.  His eyes are hazel and constantly changing from golden to
almost a blue-green.  His eyebrows were a much darker brown and his
ultra long eyelashes were dark brown.  His eyes were large and very
expressive.  A light dusting of freckles runs from one cheekbone across
his cute upturned nose to the other cheekbone.  He was always being
mistaken for a girl, and with his still high voice he sounded like one also.
Deklan had wanted a short hair cut, but his dad told him no, that he his
hair was beautiful and should keep it just the way is was.  Besides, "the
girls will all love your curls, I had to fight the girls off as soon as I go to
highschool and you will too," said his dad.

     Deklan was worried that when his fellow students in gym class saw
the he was still bald as a baby and still had a little boy dick that he would
be the laughing stock of the school.  But, all that meant nothing; because
the first bell rang and he had to head to his homeroom.  On Friday he
had met Mr Croner, his homeroom teacher Deklan walked into the room
and choose a seat in the far back corner.  Students began to filter into the
room, and then a group of five boys pushed their way into the room
moving all the other students aside.  The gang marched to the far corner
where Deklan was sitting, "what to fuck do you think you are doing
prettyboy these seats are reserved for men, not fags," the leader said just
loud enough for Deklan to hear, but not the teacher.  Deklan looked up
at the five boys all much larger than himself, and though shit, homeroom
hasn't even started and already I am having trouble. "This is my first day
here and I didn't know these seats were reserved, sorry," said Deklan.
He grabbed his backpack and headed to the opposite side of the room
this time choosing a seat in the middle and more towards the front.  As
he was walking away he heard the leader snicker "what a pussy".

     He sat down, in the seat on his left was a girl with long dark brown
hair.  She stuck out her hand and said, "I'm Mandy, what's yours"?
"Deklan".   "Well don't pay any attention to those boys they are jerks,
just because they were the best jocks in middle-school they think they
will rule here too.  But the only reason they gave you a hard time is they
always sit in the back so they can fool around.  And the minute they saw
how cute you are they new all the girls in the school will be soon be
swooning over you."

     Deklan rolled his eyes as if to say whatever, and was thinking how
weird this place was, who uses words like swoon.  He thought to himself
well Toto we sure aren't in Boston anymore.  The final bell rang, and Mr
Croner called the class to order.  He passed out lots of papers and
student handbooks.  While the students were busy filling out all the
sheets.  He called the role of new students.  Deklan was busy filling out
the form and didn't pay a lot of attention until he heard the name Brock
Williamson.  Instead of just saying here like all the other students he
stood and loudly said, "me and my boys are here, but what is that wimpy
6 grader doing here in highschool?" as he pointed to me.  He was so
loud that all the rest of the student looked up at what was going on.

    My face must have turned as red as a beet because I could feel the
heat from it.  "That is Deklan Phelps and he is where he belongs, and
Brock, you aren't in middle-school anymore you, and your pals are now
on the bottom of the rung. If you try any of your foolishness here you
will find yourself and boys on my detention list.  Now sit down and be
quite," said Mr Croner.

     After filling out all the forms the bell rang to began classes.  I had
English first period on Monday through Friday, second period I had
math, third was earth-science than computer skills, than lunch, right after
lunch was gym.  Then history and finally a studyhall.  Everything went
well until lunch, when I got to the cafeteria and grabbed my lunch tray I
pushed it down the line only to discover the food offered was covered in
gravy or fried.  There wasn't any salads or yogurt, not a bottle of water
in sight and all the milk was whole or chocolate.  The only fruit was
from a can and all the bread was white.  I pushed my tray down the line
hoping to find at least one thing I could eat.  I settled on a dish of jello
when I got to the cashier she  was a black grandmother type with a big
smile she said, "my, my honeychild, where's your food?  You go back
and get all you want I will make sure that's it is paid for."  "No, I have
plenty of money, it's just that there isn't any food I can eat on the line.
I'm sure the food is good and everything, but I only eat salads, fresh fruit
and yogurt and good things like that and fat free milk and water.  I hope
you don't take offence but I can't eat the kind of food you are serving.  I
only eat fresh food and always lowfat." I whispered.  "Well honeychild
you need some of that fattening food you are nothing but a slip of a boy.
You need to put some meat on your bones." she laughed.

I paid for my jello, and walked to the back of the room to find a table
where I could be alone.  To think about what was going to happen in PE
class.  I had been told to bring shorts and a t-shirt as well as a towel, the
school provided shower gel from dispenses in the shower room.  There
weren't even private showers just a big room with a lot of shower heads.
I eat my jello and sat thinking.  Before the bell rang I put my tray on the
line and headed to my locker for my gym clothes.  I walked into the
locker-room and went to my assigned locker.  I changed as quickly as
possible, and then waited for the rest of the students to be ready.  I got
my first shock when I discovered that the PE classes had students from
all four grads 9-12 in them.  The were at least 35 boys in the class and
who would be there but Brock and his boys.  I defiantly was the smallest
boy in the class.  When Brock and his pals saw me he just couldn't resist
making a comment.  "Well if it isn't the wimpy prettyboy, aren't you in
the wrong locker-room the girl's is across the hall".  This brought a
round of hoots from his friends, and most of the other boys there.  I
wanted to just crawl under a rock and die at that moment.  Thank
goodness the coach came in just then.  And whistled us outside, once
there he told us we were going to play flag football.  He appointed two
of the oldest boys as captains and they began to choose teams.  Both
teams had chosen equal numbers of boys until there was just on boy left.
Yup, you guessed right me.  Coach looked at the two captains and asked
which one wanted the shrimp.  Both boys shook their heads no.  The
coach looked at both of them and said Butch he is on your team.  I had
never played football, or even watched the game.  I had played golf in
the fall and then gymnastics during the winter, and tennis in the spring.

     "Over here shrimp" said the boy whose name must have been Butch.
We all put on the flags a different color for each team, our team had the
ball kicked to us first.  Butch told me to block after he caught the ball.
The ball was kicked and he caught it, and the other boys ran down the
field.  I ran too not having any idea what blocking meant.  All of sudden
Brock came running at me and mowed down like bowling pin.  When he
landed on my I heard a loud snap and I had the wickedest pain in my arm
I had ever felt.  I tried to not cry, but it just hurt so bad, I had never been
hurt in my life other than a few scrapes.  I lay on the ground moaning
and crying.  Brock jumped up and ran back to the line.  I don't think
anyone noticed me.  I was hurting so much that I couldn't move.  Butch
began to call out numbers and took a look around and yelled "get your
ass up here pussy".  I didn't care I just lay there, my arm was bent way
wrong and it looked like the bone was trying to push through the skin.
When Butch yelled at me the coach must have seen me, and blew his
whistle.  He ran over to me and took one look and said, "oh shit" Butch
run to the office and have them call the rescue squad he has a badly
broken arm.  How did you fall down boy,"asked the coack?  I just
looked at him and shouted the first thing that came to mind, "fuck you,
you neanderthal Brock knocked me down and landed on top of me.  My
dad is going to sue all of you stupid bastards for this."  I was still crying
the coach turned beet red and looked down at me and shouted, "you little
fucking prettyboy pussy how dare you talk to me like that.  As soon as
your are back I will have you running laps until you puke your guts out,"
he bellowed.  All the other boys were milling about, just then the
principal came running down to the field, and took one look at me,
"George what is going on here I told you that there was to be only flag
football no tackling.  Do you have any idea who this boys father is?
Well I do he is the head man
 at the new truck plant, do you have any idea how bad this is going to
look to him.  I just assured him on Friday that Deklan would be safer
here than at his old school and would find us to be very friendly.  Who
did this?"  It was Brock he stumbled and accidently ran into the kid."
answered the coach.  "That's not true a voice said."  I looked up to see
might have said that and saw a brown haired boy step forward.  Brock
told us he was going to mess up the prettyboy, and I saw him run him
down and tackle him."
     Brock jumped at the boy and a fight started between the two of them.
The coach separated the two of them and then Mrs.  Olsen the principal
looked at Brock and said, "did you think I was kidding when I told you
and your father that if you just started one fight this year I would suspend
you and make you ineligible for sports for the whole year.  Well you just
earned yourself a one week suspension and no sports for the year buddy."

     "You bitch you can't suspend me of kick me out of sports.  I'll speak
to my dad tonight, and he'll fire you fat ass.  You work for him bitch so
fuck off and get out of my face."  He then turned around and high fived
his boys.  "Mr Williamson , your dad my be the chairman of the
schoolboard, but this is my school, not your dads; and you just added
another week to your suspension. All of you get showered and Brock and
Todd report to my office.  I told all of you last year there would be no
more fighting or bullying in my school and I meant it.  George take them
back I can hear the siren tell them where to come, make sure those boys
don't start again.  Have the boys go to studyhall for the rest of the
period."

     "The boys began to leave the field, but the brown haired boy Todd
walked over to where Deklan lay on the ground and knelt down and said,
"look I'm sorry your arm got broke.  I'm Todd." and then he ran off the
field too.  The paramedics where stabilizing Deklan's arm when his dad
came running onto the field.  He took one look at Deklan arm and went to
his knees by Deklan's head and began to try to comfort his son who was
still crying softly.  "What happened Deklan," asked his dad? "What
happened, one of the boys in my homeroom decided to get the prettyboy.
We were playing some stupid jock game called flag football no one is
supposed to get hurt.  But, Brock did this to me on purpose.  I'll never
come back here.  They all hate me and look what they did to me on my
first day.  I'm going home dad with or without you I can live with
grandma.  As soon as I can travel I want a plane ticket out of this hick
town," Deklan shouted.  "Mr Phelps we are ready to transport him now,"
said one of the paramedics.

"Do you want me to go with you in the ambulance Deklan," asked his
dad?  "I'm sorry sir but, that not allowed.  If you just follow us, we will
show you to the hospital over in Deckinsville," said the paramedic.  "I'll
be right behind you Deklan."

"Mr Phelps I'm so sorry about this, but let me assure you that the boy is
going to be severely punished," said Mrs Olsen.

Well that it's for chapter one, as you must guess Deklan is gay or this
story wouldn't be here.  Should I write more.