Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 23:46:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob novy <skippydude2348@yahoo.com>
Subject: How highschool works chaper 3

Disclaimer: same shit youve heard 10,000 times before so i will spare you.
copyright to me, ask if u can use it and ill say yes so please just ask.

I also know its been a wait for this, i have a life too and i have to
live it, so let me be you crazy people

The Way Highschool Works part 3 (remember i live, or there wouldent be a
story to read)

This is a simple account of what has happened over the course of this
year so far. I write this in retrospect because thepain of realising it
is possible to happen again is to much to bear. As this may show, life
got easier, if only for a time,kids like me arnt meant to know love.

1

School was finnaly livable, i had friends, i had decent grades, and i was
hardly ever home. I had freedom, i had a lifeoutisde my depression, i had
an escape. And everything centerd around a guy, Mark Worrel. He was
everything i could want,strong, happy, content, stable and truly a loyal
friend. when he found out i was gay i couldent look him in the eye for 3
weeks. Nothing could cheer me up. Then it happened, he caught me outside
of the library. He stared into my eyes and i stared into his, and all
questions were answered. I dont know how but it seemed like for the first
time in my life, everything was fine.

I stayed at his house that night, carying everything i owned in my
backpack and to school every day. After the event with John (i will
explain later), i careied everything with me. This made me completly
homeless, i changed the adress at my school to my PO box and the contact
number to my cell. I was alone, yet popular. A freak yet normal.

2 The event with John

The car ride home was awkward, i had no idea how i got there, and they
thought i was high. It seemed as though i was stuck in a middle class
nightmare, except there was nothing artifical about this, i was truly
lost in a city i didnt know, and had no idea how i got there and when i
got there. When i got home, my dad told me to get out, pack up my shit
and leave. So i did, i packed up and left, with nowehre to go. I went to
the only place i thought someone would let me stay, i went to John's
house. I stayed there, but i couldent deal with his parents constant
preaching. So i was back to square one, i went to johns house and got 3
changes of clothes, my laptop and my bike, and left. That was the last
ive seen of john.

3 me and mark

I was at marks house, his parents loved me, his lil bro looked up to me,
and i was finnaly happy. I felt as though i could leave the pain and the
torment behind me. I felt as though there was nothing that could go wrong
here with mark. That all changed when i was goin to see my friend clif at
the dreaded tower. When i was taking the elevator up, one of my step-bros
friends came in. A real homophobe. So i said hey mick, whats up. No
answer. "Mick you ok man?" "What the fuck are you doing back here you
fucking faggot?" This is when i started to get scared. Gays were not
looked upon kindly in this town. With a trembling voice i replied, "What
the fuck are you talking about Mick?" "You know what im talking about,
your bro told me all about it, and so did your dad." Mick hit the
emergency stop button. "now were gonna have some fun fag boy" He got a
gun out of his bag, and said "now ur gonna start doin exactly what i say,
or im gonna blow out your knee caps, then your elbows, then ur hips, and
shoulders and eveuntally kill you." I swallowed, and thought of mark. I
loved him, and yet i left him to see a old friend, someone who abandoned
me when things got though. This was it, i had enough, he pointed the gun
at my head, and i just acted without thinking, i kicked his wrist.
Instantly the gun was flying and hit the graffitid roof and blew one of
the flourecent light bulbs that sometimes were working and sometimes
wernt. i caught the gun,pointed it at micks head and said "squeal like a
pig fag boy"

4 that was...odd

When i got home, I immedatly went to talk to marks dad. He collected
guns, so i figured he would know what to do with it. Marks dad (Ron) was
outraged that i had a gun pulled on me, but was proud (yes a father
figure proud of me) that i had the gun that was pulled on me. After
explaining it to Ron, i knew that the dinner table would warrent this
story. So i slept, all through dinner and all night. I didnt notice mark
come in the room, untill morning when i was wraped in his arms. I felt so
protected, so secure, and for the first time in my life, i cried with
happiness instead of torment. Mark noticed my shaking and asked what was
bugging me. Of course i said nothing so he would drop it. I snuggled
closer to him and fell asleep again.

this is not the end, there are other chapters to come. And i am very
sorry about the delay, midterms and the holidays and now finals really
leave ya with no time to write a story.