Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2006 01:32:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gay Writer <gaywriter72@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Druid
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Prologue The Druid
I don't know why I'm on my way to public school. I was perfectly
content being home schooled. Why they would send me to public school
baffled me. I couldn't let anyone know who or what I was. It felt like a
predestined failure. I didn't like this place, and I didn't like these
people. How does someone make friends when you have to hide who you are?
The flowers told me rain was coming, and the trees' whispers
confirmed it. The leaves were turning because it was going to be a strong
storm. These signs came to me so naturally I seldom gave it a second
thought.
We raced down the road as I watched the stripes of the highway
blaze past in a blur. I don't remember how many there were, but we were
almost there. How the hell did they expect me to fit in here? I knew I
was special, more like 'Special Ed' they might think. I had read enough to
know I wouldn't fit it. I was not good in sports, and didn't have a single
athletic bone in my body. Botany and Biology had been my key forms of
education. Yeah, this is going to suck.
I leaned against the door hoping it might open unexpectedly, and
throw me against the pavement to my death. I wasn't that lucky. We pulled
into the parking spaces in front of the massive school.
Mixed emotions flooded my mind as I crawled reluctantly from the
car. What was I to do? Just stop? I didn't want to be here. I made my
way through the masses of people to the principal's office. I could feel
their thoughts. They were all so very confused. Half truths and skewed
reality were going to have to be my way if I wanted to blend in with these,
people. It felt so strange to have to suddenly hide parts of me that had
been encouraged over the last few years.
"You are special Ty," Mark told me.
"Don't use your abilities. You must blend in here!" We've taught
you all we know Kent reminded me.
"Great, no pressure there," I thought as I stood amongst the throng
of people pushing past me. I hated it. So many thoughts and feelings
brushed against me that I felt smothered.
These people hurt too much for words. How in the hell would I ever
blend in here? I tucked myself into the hooded sweatshirt that covered me,
and sat on the plastic chair in the administrative office waiting for my
class schedule. I half heartedly hoped they would forget me.
"Charleson, Ty, come into my office please." Mr. Kard announced.
I slumped into one of the two chairs that sat before his desk.
"Yes Sir," I whispered.
"I hear you have been home schooled Ty," he said almost
indignantly. I could feel his disdain against my skin.
The school principal was a pudgy man with a crooked nose, grey
hair, and a pedophile for a son. I could read his thoughts as if they were
my own. He had also been skimming the books and I instantly despised him.
He was a self important ass, as were most people, and I could feel his
insecurity quickly replaced by a sick self imposed authority. He was a bad
man.
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"You turn seventeen this year according to your file," Mr. Kard
said.
I nodded in reply.
"Well then, I'll assume you are ready for your Junior year," he said
as he squinted his eyes in my direction.
It didn't help my worry, knowing this man hated me on sight. He
thought that my family and our ways were strange. I knew why though, I
could see it in his mind. He had had a tryst with my uncle Trent during
his childhood. It flashed across his mind and I could feel his tension,
among other things.
"You're already late for class," he said with a knowing grin. He
didn't really care. He only hoped for my discomfort.
I nodded and made my way through the concrete halls to gym class.
I stood outside of the gym in the doorway. Mr. Durgo finally noticed me
though I had hoped he wouldn't.
They had been playing a game called dodge ball. I knew the game.
I had read about it. I think there had even been a movie some time back,
but I couldn't remember the name. I could feel the vehemence they shared.
I couldn't explain it more than that. They hated and wanted to hurt each
other. I knew that at least some of these people had to consider each
other friends, so that puzzled me even more.
The red bloated balls all came flying toward me. I didn't want to
hurt anyone. I caught each and dropped them. The ones I couldn't manage
to catch, I dodged. This wasn't my way. I could feel Mr. Durgo's
agitation at me not being in uniform. I wanted to rush to the closeted
space where they changed clothes that I saw in his mind. I could also see
the sick pleasure he got from it.
What kind of man took this kind of pleasure from our embarrassment?
I wasn't going to fit in here. I could feel his sadness from having
divorced earlier this year. He had lost a daughter, and was sad and angry.
Welcome to Gym class. I was so angry with Kent and Mark for
leaving me here. It didn't matter, I was here, and I didn't have any
choice.
"It's okay you know," I whispered to him.
Durgo just stood staring at me. His anger was building and I
hadn't done a thing. I had only offered him the slightest bit of comfort.
He was in so much pain.
The class ended at the tone of the bell. The speakers announced
the end of our class and we had to rush to be ready for the next. There
would be no time for showering today.
"I'm sorry." I told him, and I meant it. I guess I shouldn't have
said it. I didn't know we weren't supposed to feel here. This was such a
strange world for me.
I spent several classes buzzing about my mind. English class had
been the best. We had begun reading Hamlet. A tortured soul to say the
least, but no less tortured than these fools. I had read it ages ago and
thought it was fabulous.
One body drew my attention more than most. His name was Brian. He
was blond haired, average build, short, and cute. His world was a
nightmare of pain, and he kept to himself. He didn't talk much with the
rest of the guys, which made me like him even more. His green eyes flashed
in my direction and I quickly hid myself behind my book. I had to keep
quiet.
I looked into his memory. He had a full heart waiting to love.
Unfortunately it had been toughened up by too much misery. These people
had too much baggage. I knew from their thoughts that High School was not
a place of fun and free love. Worlds hinged on perception. This place
sucked! Even worse, homosexuality burned across their minds like a
bull's-eye. They perceived it as some detestable thing, and at the very
least prized information to torment you with. Here, they all thought it
was wrong! How was I supposed to work with that!!!? I wanted desperately
to go back to my world at home. Surely there was more they could teach me?
By the end of the day I had reduced three of my teachers to tears.
I hadn't meant to, but I couldn't control my sympathy. I am an empathic
Druid. I feel. The 'Circle' had called it my failing. I had felt their
disappointment. I knew it with their words, as much as their hearts. It
wasn't my fault.
The day had finally ended and I stood outside the school waiting.
Kent pulled up in front of the school in our old black Chevy truck. I
climbed in and slammed the door. I had hoped the sound would push away
their pain. I could still feel it pressing against my skin.
"Get me out of here Uncle Kent." I begged. The tears were welling
in my eyes. I didn't want to feel for these people. There was so much
despair and I hated this place. They had to have known what it would do to
me.
"Why?" I asked as the tears rolled down my cheeks.
My heart ached and I didn't know what hurt me more, the fact that
they knew, or that they didn't seem to care.
"This is the year of fire Ty," Kent answered. He glanced at me
like I should know what it meant. I did know, but I didn't want to accept
it.
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