Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2004 22:21:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Warren Powers <supergenious2003(at)yahoo.com>
Subject: Egyptian Sunset - Chapter One

DISCLAIMER: Hey thanks for taking the time to read this little tidbit.
This story is total fiction and if your name happens to be Alex Grit, I
really dont care, lol. The story plotline will get more complicated and I
guarantee it will be entertaining, but Im having trouble getting started.
If you see anything that you think I should include, email me at
supergenious2003(at)yahoo.com (@ removed for spam purposes). Or you can
IM me on AIM at Warren Kefa.

Chapter One: Departures

Beige.

Beige is the word to describe my life. I was raised in an average house,
with average parents, I was an average student. Nothing in my life would
be considered special or unique. The one thing I had going for me was
that I was gay. Most kids think that their homosexuality is a curse, they
hate being different from their peers. But I always thought that my being
gay was God's way of letting me be something special. I had something
about me that not many people had. It made me think that I had some kind
of significance, that I was somewhat important.

My parents were both in business, and we lived in a three bedroom house
with the cliche lawn cutting on Saturday morning and paper boy every
morning who said "Have a nice day, Mrs. Grit," to my mom. Picture a
blending of Leave it to Beaver and The Wonder Years but then kick in a
few episodes of the Brady Bunch, only with one kid. I kept to myself in
school, and didn't have many friends. I was what you would call a
"brain" although I was pretty much built like a jock. You would never
know it by the way I dressed though. I wore polo shirts and tan pants, or
jeans most of the time. I was one of those kids that you pass in the hall
and see everyday, but you just never remember their names. Like most
geeks, I was most friendly with my teachers, and they treated me
basically like an equal.

Ever since I knew I was gay, I have craved love, and acceptance. I try
not to think about it, but naturally that makes me think about it that
much more. I want someone to love me, I want someone to love. I want to
make a boy feel like he is the most important thing in the world to me,
and I want to feel that way about someone else. But for as long as I have
known that I was gay, I had also known that I was average, and in the gay
world, you have to be at least Abercrombie to get by.

Anyway maybe I should make a formal introduction. My name is Alexander.
Not Alex, not Lex, Alexander. My parents named me after my grandfather,
but I like to think that I was named after Alexander the Great and I
often wish Great was my last name. Oh well, Grit is close enough.

I was in my room on a night that wasn't particularly special, when the
announcement came that would change my life forever. My father walked
into my room, and I set down the book I was reading. He sat on the edge
of my bed and smiled.

"Alex," he started, never wanting to call me by my full name. "Your
mother and I have been talking, and as a reward for the excellent work
you have been doing in school, we're going on a trip this Spring
Break."

My heart immediately started to race. Ever since I was about 9 years old
and saw "Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark," I had been
obsessed with Egypt. My parents knew this, as every year I bugged and
bugged them to take me to the far away country. "Are we going where I
think we're going?" I asked, trying not to get my hopes up.

My dad just smiled and took my Arabian Scarf off of the wall. "You might
want to pack this tomorrow. You're off of school a week early and you
might need it to climb the pyramids. We leave on Sunday."

I jumped off of the bed and launched myself into my dad's arms. "Oh my
god! Thank you so much! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" I was
so excited I couldn't help it.

Little did I know that after that day, after that one moment, my life
would never be the same again.



Ok I know, I know its short and probably crappy. But see, I need your
help to make it better! L Im not very good at writing, lol. Unless its
poetry.