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That was a treasured day for me. I still vividly remember her face as the clear tears slid down her face. She was staring out into space and her chocolate brown eyes seemed so warm when they actually opened up. Hey mouth slid into a tight line when she wasn’t singing and she lightly crinkled her eyebrows and seemed into deep thought as she strummed each note.

After that day I continued to eat my lunch there until half way of my junior year, when I wouldn’t be eating lunch in high school at all. She would come almost every day. Sometimes just for a few minutes and rarely the entire period, those were the times that I couldn’t help but feel my heart skip a beat. It was my pride and joy; the fact that I saw her, I saw the real her.

It made life a little bit better, especially during the time that my nickname evolved. It was during the end of my freshmen year and only a little bit of time left before summer started. I was hoping to avoid trouble until then but unfortunately luck isn’t on my side, it

rarely ever is.

Chapter 7 (part c)

By that time I was used to all sorts of taunts and treatments that they used against me. I was used to the skinned palms and bruised knees each time I was “accidentally” shoved to the floor. I was used to letting the tears fall down on my face while I held my knees tight against me during those lunches. I was already used to the feeling of wanting to scream but holding it back. So frankly, it didn’t matter to me. I didn’t care what they called me, but it didn’t stop the fact that it hurt either. I wasn’t as naïve as I once was but I certainly wasn’t unbreakable either.

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Its soo hot! I can feel the scorching heat run down my entire body. I’m sweating more then a pig and the people around me are walking around practically naked and it’s all cause of the blaze. Guys are sweating through their muscle tees while girls are walking around with shirts that cover next to nothing. Don’t even get me started on their skirts. Those things just barely, “barely” cover their underwear. I can’t exactly say that I’m complaining though, I mean come on let’s face it, considering I’m gay, I’m a little happy about that fact.