Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Feb 2, 2014 16:54:27 GMT -5
It was just a regular school day at Hawthorn High. There was nothing particularly special going on. The students sat in their various classes, idly taking notes or staring off into space. It was the time of the year that was dull, with no events or holidays coming up, aside from Valentine's Day. That was a holiday kids either loved or hated.
Romy Kerlight was sitting in his third period biology class, tapping the end of his pen against his pink lips. His notes were neat and legible, following the teacher's words to a T. He leaned his chin on his palm and blew some of his sandy blonde hair out of his face. It was starting to grow at an unruly rate, already reaching the nape of his neck. His mother had begun to complain about it, which meant he was going to get a haircut soon.
No son of mine will look like some girly f*ggot.
Romy winced at the thought of his mother's angry voice, like nails on a chalkboard. That kind of remark was normal in his household. His parents were strict Catholics, the kind that went to Church every Sunday and prayed before meals every day. He and his siblings were brought up that way as well, but had to attend public school because of his father getting laid off.
The bell rang and Romy felt his stomach churn. He had gym class next, the one class Romy could never look forward to. He hated changing in the locker room with his fellow male classmates. Sometimes, Romy would fake illness just to avoid it. Anything to keep sinful thoughts from his head. He gathered his books, dumping them unceremoniously into his book-bag and hoisting it onto his shoulder. Trudging from the classroom, Romy headed toward the locker rooms as slowly as he could, as if delaying it for as long as possible would help. Maybe everyone else would finish changing and he could do it in peace.
Clutching the silver cross around his neck, Romy went into the locker room. It always had the tang of old sweat and B.O., but what could you expect? The school athletes used it before and after practices as well as the gym classes. He pulled out a small key and headed to the locker on the end, about as far away from the others as he could be. The downside was that it was right next to the showers. Romy kept his head down and focused on pulling his gym uniform out of his book-bag.
Romy Kerlight was sitting in his third period biology class, tapping the end of his pen against his pink lips. His notes were neat and legible, following the teacher's words to a T. He leaned his chin on his palm and blew some of his sandy blonde hair out of his face. It was starting to grow at an unruly rate, already reaching the nape of his neck. His mother had begun to complain about it, which meant he was going to get a haircut soon.
No son of mine will look like some girly f*ggot.
Romy winced at the thought of his mother's angry voice, like nails on a chalkboard. That kind of remark was normal in his household. His parents were strict Catholics, the kind that went to Church every Sunday and prayed before meals every day. He and his siblings were brought up that way as well, but had to attend public school because of his father getting laid off.
The bell rang and Romy felt his stomach churn. He had gym class next, the one class Romy could never look forward to. He hated changing in the locker room with his fellow male classmates. Sometimes, Romy would fake illness just to avoid it. Anything to keep sinful thoughts from his head. He gathered his books, dumping them unceremoniously into his book-bag and hoisting it onto his shoulder. Trudging from the classroom, Romy headed toward the locker rooms as slowly as he could, as if delaying it for as long as possible would help. Maybe everyone else would finish changing and he could do it in peace.
Clutching the silver cross around his neck, Romy went into the locker room. It always had the tang of old sweat and B.O., but what could you expect? The school athletes used it before and after practices as well as the gym classes. He pulled out a small key and headed to the locker on the end, about as far away from the others as he could be. The downside was that it was right next to the showers. Romy kept his head down and focused on pulling his gym uniform out of his book-bag.
