Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2017 20:43:09 +0000
From: Danny writing <danny2017writing@outlook.com>
Subject: Even If We Tried - Part 1

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Sam - Aged 13
{Sam's a youthful looking boy with chest-nut brown hair,
sculpted into a quiff and soft brown eyes.
He has a fairly athletic build.
Plump rosy cheeks and soft dimples when he smiles.
He has a slight tan and is about 5'5}

Even If We Try - Part 1

Before the weekend of my fourteenth birthday,
I could have positively said without much regard
That my life was pretty much perfect.
I mean, I wasn't rich or anything I didn't live in a fancy
Mansion, or go to a boarding school for the insanely rich.
However, I did have a rather large social group that
supported me.
I knew everyone and everyone knew me as far I knew.
I have A great family, it was just me,
my mom and little sister.
I had an older brother called Johnathon who was away
studying at collage.
We've lived on our own since my dad
Walked out on us about seven years ago and decided to
restart his life from scratch with
Another woman and have another child. It was saddening at
first but as time went on I learned to just expect the way
it was. I guess you could say
I was the man of the house and with that
I felt a responsibility to look out for the two ladies in my
life. I did my fair share of house work
And mental pressures for mom. During the summer, I'd try and
pick up as much summer jobs as
Possible to help bring in a little money to give to her.
Although we were not poor or anything I
Felt that I needed to contribute in a little way.

At school I was pretty popular, maybe it was due to my easy-
going nature. I was always a bubbly sort
of person who sought that people should laugh and enjoy
themselves and not cry and dwell on the past.
This made me a magnet, and everyone wanted to be around me
and get to know me.
Of course, it was hard work maintaining all the different
friendships and interactions but in the
End the I've met some great people.
I guess it is true what they say about people who are
constantly striving to make others happy.
Those people end up being some of the loneliest people.
I wouldn't exactly say I'm lonely,
I Have many great friends and people who support me.
However, I felt that over the last couple
Months that something about me is not right.
I mean I know I'm confident and any girl would
Pretty much jump at the chance to go out with me.
But it's been on my mind for quite some
Time that I have an attraction to guys.
My first rational thought was what would people think
About me of course. My reputation was on the line here and
everything that my young adolescence
Brain thought it knew was compromised by even the sheer
thought of it.
One moment I felt myself trying to hide that part of
me, while in another instance
I wanted to share it with the world.

But here I am doing what I do most Friday mornings after
I've had a fun filled week surround by people.
However, if I was to actually out myself to these
people I call friends.
I wondered how many of them would actually still call
themselves my friend.
Glancing over at the clock on my bedside
Locker the red number told me it was 5:56 am.
I had done it again, The whole night.
You see when you're a big hit in the art department in
school, and everyone wants a piece of work commissioned
by you, the number quickly ques up and keeps building.

Although from the long night I just had,
I was working on something just for myself and no-one
Else.
I decided I started sketching some characters for a new
world I had thought of a couple of weeks ago and
I finally found the courage to start them last night.
It probably was not the best timing to start a project
halfway through the school year.
But none the less I decided I would.

I had a journal that I kept all my favourite drawings,
Kinda like a portfolio the only thing
Was that these were personal to me,
I intend that no-one else would see them unless
I was to show them. Then I realised that I had no sleep what
so ever and that I would have to start getting ready for
school.
Wishing that I could lie down and go to sleep
Was all that was on my mind however when the screeching
sound of my alarm clock bellowed in my ear,
I quick hit the snooze button becoming all tense and
frustrated.
Take a breath and swallowing my saliva
I rested back on the mountain of pillows I had propped up
Behind back for support while I was drawing on my bed.
That's when I heard some movement outside on the landing
area beyond my door.
Turning away from the door I quickly shoved my journal under
the blanket that I had covering my legs and lay down on the
pillows to give an impression that I was asleep.

"Rise 'n' shine buddy" Mom said with an energetic ring to
it. You know how moms are they always seem full of life at 6
am in the morning. "



"Wake up" She said as she came closer in a more neutral
tone.

"What" I said as I propped myself up on one arm to see where
she was. Sitting on a chair by my beside she was all smiles.
"Oh, is it morning already" I mocked knowing that I had been
Already figured out from the way she was looking at me.

"Please don't tell me you stead up all night drawing again"
She said as she gave me questioning eyes.

"No...." I crocked. "Of course, not".

Thinking of a viable excuse to come up with I settle with a
pretty lame one, with that being
"No, the only reason I would ever be up all night is, just
because I'm so excited to go to school today."

"But I swear I wasn't up all night" I practically had
just told her that I was up all night.
I knew I was losing the battle.
I thought to myself that I really needed to work on
My lying and bring it up to scratch.

"Are you sure?" She questioned with a smirk.

"Positive" I said in a coy manner as I folded my arms.

Just then she leapt out of the chair and pinned my to the
Bed as she tickled me. Gasping for breath between the laughter
And hysterical shrieking I was making she started laughing and
Smiling also.
I felt my stomach start to tense and get sore from
All the laughing I was doing and I started begging for mercy.
Shortly after that she finally stopped as she kept pretending
She was going for round two, which made me flinch every time.

Calming down and regaining my breath, she got up and announced
That breakfast was in fifteen minutes.
With that she left me there to recompose myself.

Sprawled across my messy bed, I pushed myself up off the bed
Narrowly avoiding the top half of the bunkbed.
The top bunkbed was always Johnathan's when he used to live
here, but of late the entire room is my fortress.
The room was kinda game and artsy orientated.
It was very friendly with warm colours with gamer sort of
Merchandise to be found in every corner.

Sketch's I had done hung proudly on the walls along with movie
posters and other memorabilia I was interested in.
Directly across from my bed on the left side was my build in
wardrobes and on the right, was my bedroom window.
At the foot of my bed there was my desk and my own ensuite.

Running into the bathroom I dropped the T-shirt
I was wearing along with my black star-wars pyjama bottoms,
underwear and socks on the floor beside the toilet.
Showering quickly, I rushed so that could get dressed and down
for breakfast.
Once I had showered I quickly made my way to the Wardrobe.
Fishing out clothing for me to wear to school I settled on a
slim pair of blue jeans and blue converse.
I found a red converse hoodie on the back of my bedroom door
and put it on over a grey t-shirt.

Bounding down the stair I waited for mom to put a bowl of
cereal in front of me as I sat down on the high stool at the
breakfast counter. As I at my breakfast I watched as she made
the lunches, and making small talk about what we needed for
the day or if she'd pick us up from school which then
concluded our conversation as my little sister waltzed into
the kitchen fashionably late as always.

"Morning" I said as she sat down beside me as she poured
Herself a glass of orange juice. "Morning" She smiled as
She looked about ready to brace the day.

"Here Sam" Mam said as she handed me a lunchbox with my lunch
in it and some money encase I decided to buy lunch rather than
eating what she had given me.
Hopping down off the stool I grabbed my school bag that rested
Against the leg of the kitchen table and shoved the lunch
Box into it. Zipping it up I waited for Lauren, my sister to
Finish her breakfast. While I was waiting for Lauren to finish
I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair.
I spent a little longer than usual this time looking at myself
in the mirror. I've never been one to worry before about my
appearance. Not in the fashion that I'd stress over how I
looked, but this morning was different.
Because when I looked in the mirror I was
Conscious of a couple blemishes that had surfaced on my face.
Acne was a normal occurrence for someone my age, It never
Occurred to me how many sets of eyes were on me at any given
Point throughout the day on till now. My acne wasn't bad
In anyway there was maybe two or three little pink bumps
around my chin area suggesting that I had a small breakout but
It wasn't all that noticeable when I asked my mom about it.

Once she was done we all huddled into the
Car and took off for school.
Once I was in the car I zoned out from my family.
I put my headphones in and listened to Indie music all
The way as I drew in my journal to the words of 21 days by
Scott Helman.
My sister tried making small chat with me, but in the early
hours of the morning I guess you could say I'm better off left
to do my own thing.

I don't get grumpy or anything I just like the stillness of
The morning and I want to come around in my own time.
I believe that by the time I'm forty, I'd be one of those guys
Who arrive early to work by an hour and have their morning
coffee and do personal work before the day starts.
But for now, that's a long way away.

My sister kept trying to start a conversation with me.
However, I didn't want any part of that conversation
especially at 7:45 in the morning.
Catching the end of the last sentence she said.

I responded with
"I can't hear you" Even though I could hear her over the music
She was pretty much a granny in the morning.
She always dictated about how things should be and how I
behaved.
She was wise beyond her years, sometimes I wondered who was
older me or her.

Anyway, by the time we arrived at school it was around 8:15
am.
I said my goodbyes to my mom as I slung my backpack over
My shoulder and walked for the front entrance.
Once inside the door my little sister and I both did a fist
bump and parted ways towards our lockers.

Walking the already busy corridor I found my way to my locker.
Opening it with my combination I took books from bag and
placed them into the locker  I also took some subject books
and placed them into my bag that I had today.
As always, my journal always stead in my bag no matter
How much I had to carry.
I was about finished when I heard a knock on my locker door.
Closing my locker door, I was greeted to the sight of Ethan.

Ethan has been my best friend since pre-school.
He's kinda like me, He's funny and bubbly.
He's also a hit with the girls, he's quite
Athletic and plays lacrosse when it's in season
And during winter he'd play Basketball.

I'd have to admit he is attractive, but he's my best friend
So, theirs measures and limits that I would not allow to
Jeopardise that friendship.
Ethan was around 5'6, He's Athletic and strong built from all
the sports he plays. His soft blond hair always looked so
healthy and on point when he had it combed
Over, since he had an undercut hairstyle.

His green emerald eyes would captivate any girl he wanted to
get to know. Sometimes I'd even try and force myself to break
Eye contact with him so that I wouldn't looked stupid being
Consumed by his soft dynamic nature his eyes told me of.

"Hey man, are you going to Nash's party tonight. His
 Parents are out of town and he's having a party."

"Em..." I trailed off "I don't know" I said as I picked up
My bag and placed the strap over my shoulder.

"Dude, seriously you got to come, there's lots of girls going,
And theirs this new kid who's just started here at the school
And they're going to be there."
Seriously Ethan's eyes would just about convince anyone to do
anything, I bet he could even talk
His way out of a murder if he so desperately had to.

"Fine" I huffed as I started walking with him towards class.
We didn't really mention where we were going but we knew from
A continuous routine, day in day out.
That class was the destination.

Arriving to class early for English,
we took our seats and waited
For the whole class to fill up. Just like every morning.

Everyone said hey to me and asked how I was this morning.
Likewise, I asked the same back to them to be friendly.
Girls gently flirted with me by saying small things that I
Looked nice today and etc. but everything was the same other
Than the new talk about this supposed kid who was new to
The school. Rumour had it that he was going to be in our
Class and that was true, because just before the bell rang.
In walked this boy that only a god could imagine I mean
Literally. He had something about him that was enticing.

He could only be described as a total hottie, well with the
girls. His oval face was really well defined and he had a
Strong neckline. He was on the tall side maybe 5'7.
He had slim build but you could tell that he was fit.
His skin was flawless and he had soft tanned complexation.

Dressed in nice
simplistic clothing, he wore a toned-down camouflage
bomber jacket that had a nice green tint running through it.
He wore a cream beanie that flecks of his brown hair peeked
out the sides from under the hat onto his temple. He also
worse a green faded top underneath the jacket and that was
accompanied by a black pair of skinny jeans and red vans.

This kid was possibly the most styles dude I had ever seen to
this moment in my life.
He hesitated for a moment as he looked around the room.
I could already feel that he got the attention of all
The females in the room, including me. However even the boys
In the classroom where like this dude looks sound. But
I felt a growing heat forming in my lap under my desk.

That's when Ethan called me from behind me as said about the
New boy." Damn I think I'm going to have trouble getting girls
While he's around "I laughed at the childish statement that
Ethan had made.
Turning back to the front the teacher had
Just arrived and took note of the situation.
I had a free desk beside me and it's been free practically all
year.
It never occurred to me why nobody sat their maybe it was
Because it was right up against the radiator and the teachers
desk.

The teacher Ms. Campbell, one of the nicest teachers in the
school asked for the attention of the class.

"Okay well it appears we have a new student, who will be
joining us at this juncture. So please introduce yourself
young man". She said as she sat down at her desk.

The boy looked from the teacher to the class and causally said

"Hi, My names Austin. I'm originally from California, but my
Dad had to move up north with his work and that's what brings
us to Spokane.

Everyone said in unison to each other welcome Austin.
The teacher then pointed at the seat beside me for him
To sit down at. She made references that I could show
Him around and that I know pretty much everyone in the school.

I became aware of my awkward boner once again as he sat down
and I dropped my hands onto my lap in effort to cover it up.
As he sat down he looked over at me and looked me up and down.
I sensed he was looking at me but I kept my head directed
Straight ahead and my hands on my lap.

Deciding to turn my head a little I acknowledged him and said
"Hello".

"Hey" he said as he introduced himself as Austin once again,
just this time, it was only for my hearing.

"Sam" I managed to say without the words becoming lodged in my
throat.
He then extended his hand for a hand shake, doing the polite
thing I shook his hand, only I had forgotten about my unwanted
visitor in my lap.

Realising I left myself opened to the venerability I covered
my crotch again with both hand as he gave a smirk and looked
ahead.
As the morning went and lunch approached Austin "psst'd"
me looking
For a ruler for the mathematics we were doing.
Digging one out of my pencil case I had on my desk at this
point in time I handed it to him. I then went back to doing
what I was doing in my book. When he called me again.

Thinking that he wanted to give the ruler back I looked at him
but instead he had pushed his leg out from under the desk to
show he was sporting a boner.
He then held out the ruler and I took it.
He gave grin and then smiled as he locked his brown eyes on
me.

"Thanks" He said almost over emphasizing it.
He looked down at his crotch, looked over at me and then
started doing his maths again. By the time the bell rang I had
another boner to contend with but what made it all the more
mischievous.
was the fact the boy, Austin got up and walked out of the
class room as if nothing happened.
While I had a boner to try and conceal.

The audacity I thought.
His first day and he probably thinks I'm a Puff.
Well I am theoretically, I think. But I questioned myself
Thoroughly, was he toying with me or was he flirting with me.

"You coming to lunch" Ethan asked as he stood up beside me and
Put his bag on his back. "Sure" I said as I gathered up my
things and packed them away.
Lucky by the time I stood up the awkward
Hard on was gone from the distraction of Ethan and my
interrupted thinking session.

Making my way to the lockers I opened my locker and tossed in
My bag and headed to lunch. I decided I'd buy my lunch today.
Once I had lunch sorted,
I sat down at a table with Ethan and six others.
As people passed by they'd causally stop and talk to us.
Me and Ethan, to be more specific. That's when I noticed
Austin sitting on his own at a table on the far end of the
cafeteria.

"Does anyone know anything about that Austin guy" I asked the
People sitting around the immediate vicinity.
Nobody seemed to no anything other than what they were told.
There was not even as much a rumour.
But one of my friends called Blake who knew people
Who knew people could ask around and find out some gossip.

Asking him to do that I looked forward to hearing something
back soon.
After lunch, I said bye the guys and Ethan and headed back to
my locker.
Opening it I took out my journal and a couple
Of art stuff for my art classes which ran
till the end of the day.
I always thought that Friday evenings in school were a nice
way to start the weekend oddly.

Just as I closed my door the kid Austin was at a locker about
four or five lockers down. "He said "Hey" to me again as he
eyed me up.

"Hey" I managed back.
It was then that I got my first impression that he was toying
with me.
Clenching my journal to my chest I closed my locker and walked
up to him determined to get a point across.
Drawing in a breath I said on the spur of the moment.

"I'm not gay" As quickly as I had said it I regretted it.

"Sure, you're not" He said as he closed his locker also, gave
a weak smile and walked off with his bag over his shoulder
towards the science department.
I felt that I was violated for some odd reason.

Although
I knew deep in my heart that I had doing nothing wrong,
nor did he.
But something told me to be cautious about this boy.

Hurrying to art I did some great work, and that kid was
quickly forgotten. That was on till home time when I picked up
my bag from my locker.
Upon opening my locker door, a note had fell out and
Plummeted to the rubber floor that ran throughout the entire
school.

Picking it up I looked around before opening it.
When I opened it, the note was short and brief. It read

"Come find me at the party tonight".

Swallowing hard I looked around again for insurance.
A few people said cya later to me and I returned the kind
gesture. Some said Monday.
Grabbing my backpack, I tossed the art stuff into it and
zipped it up.
I quickly made my way towards the front entrance as thoughts
bounced around in my head.
I thought about who it might had been, that left the note.
Was it that boy. Was it a girl.
It wasn't made clear who it was but I thought and rather
secretly hoped it was that boy Austin.
It would have been cool to get to know him, But carefully and
slowly.
He seems like danger and also a bad influence as my mom would
describe someone with his personality.

Meeting with my sister at the door, we both walked towards the
pickup area where mom usually picks us up. Sure, enough she
was there and we climbed into the car and drove on home.

On the way home I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
Taking it out, I pulled down the notification tab on my iPhone
and seen that It was from Ethan who sent it via Snapchat.

Clicking into the app I tapped on his name to open the snap
icon, there was a picture of Ethan all ready to go with a
caption across the picture that said. "I'll be by at 8. Be
ready". Smiling at that friend of mine
I took a selfie of my own and captioned it with "Okay, Cya
then".

Placing the phone back in my pocket I remember the note that I
had received and thought about who the mysterious person could
be.
I felt nervous, but I couldn't be happier for the hours to
quickly pass as dinner approached as I watched the world
outside the car window wiz by.


The End of Part 1

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