of raising a child. I was a complicated birth. I was born at seven months weighing only two and a half pounds. I was her miracle baby and therefore I did not want to disappoint her.
Then, there are my friends. I think that they would understand and love me. Finally, there’s society. Let’s face it; society hates everyone that does not fit into their perfect little standards. They instantly discard them as social outcasts. I, for one, did not want to be the poor gay guy. It was bad enough being the poor guy only.
I got up early the next day and went straight into the shower. It was freezing cold. Hot water was a luxury rather than a necessity. After I took my cold shower, I searched for something presentable to wear. I found an outfit that Kitty gave me for my birthday last year. After putting it on, I ran downstairs to find something to eat. To my surprise, I found a note from my mom on the kitchen counter. She congratulated me for my tutor position and said that things were going to change for the better. My mom also left a plate of waffles behind; it showed her appreciation for my getting a new job. The fact that I was getting paid to tutor took a huge weight off her shoulders. Making the waffles also showed her genuine love towards me. Yes, she worked three jobs and we barely had something to eat, but she did all of that for me. Paying for the most expensive school in the region was not easy. It took a lot of work and sacrifice. My mom knew that a good education was the key to a brighter future.
I ate my food and stepped outside. I hated that part of the day. I had to walk three miles because Elite High didn’t offer public transportation. Against my will, I began my long journey to school.
I stood at the entrance once again. As I walked down the hallway, I spotted Matthew and Jacob. I froze and immediately turned away. I prayed to the dear Lord in the highest that neither of them would spot me. While I stood in front of the first locker, I glanced down the hall. Shit! They were staring at me. I panicked and headed towards the entrance. Suddenly, I bumped into Madison, who wore her usual vibrant smile.
“Good morning.”
“Morning, Madison.”
My shaky voice sold me out. Madison stared at me and followed my fears like a dotted line. She also spotted Matthew and Jacob. As she hugged me, she whispered into my ear:
“It's okay.”
Against my will, Madison dragged me down the hallway while Matthew and Jacob stared at us. They were definitely angry about yesterday and I could tell they wanted revenge. A smirk developed on Matthew's face when we passed in front of him.
“Bye, little friend.”
Madison scowled at him. When we were at a safe distance, I turned to them. They were making their way towards another corridor.
“Assholes,” Madison murmured. “You need to report them.”
“I can't, Madison. They'll have it out for me even more and the school won't do anything to them because of their parents. I don't want to die young, you know.”
She gave me a comforting smile and examined my outfit.
“You look cute.”
“Thanks.”
I blushed. Suddenly, we bumped into Kitty.
“There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you two.”
“We just got here,” Madison answered.
“Cool, let's head to class.”
We walked to Mr. Peterson's Literature class and sat down in our usual seating arrangement. They quickly turned to me. Kitty was the one that spoke this time.
“So, who's the kid you're tutoring?”
“No one important.”
Kitty immediately glanced at Madison, who quickly leaned towards me.
“Tell us, Johnny Boy. We'll find out eventually.”
“I know, but I wanted anyone else but him.”
“Oh, no! It's Matthew! That's why he called you little friend a minute ago.”
“Say what!?” Kitty asked immediately.
“Hell no! Thank God! Anyone but those two freaks.”
“Then who is it?” Kitty asked eagerly.
I sighed.
“Nick Wild Hawk…”
Their mouths dropped open and remained