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Shattered Glass: Chapter 710/23/14Wally's perspective       An announcment came on today at school. I sit in the middle of my seventh block class wondering what's going on.   "Teachers, Please turn on your televisions, sorry for the interuption."   Mr. Barks was going over to the tv to turn it on. Mr. Barks was my stumpy old science teacher. He had his hair only growing on the far sides, the middle shaved off. It was a puffy red which made his elfish face look odd. He wore professors glasses which were on the edge of his very long and narrow nose.     He pushed the on button with the ruler, and slowly, two figures came into focus. One on the right had honey eyes and brown hair that was swept to the side. He had a smile that was so cheesey, that I wouldn't have believed it to be true if I hadn't looked to the person next to him. He had a shade darker hair and blue eyes. It wasn't his appearance that gave the happiness a reason. I picked out a detail that almost no one would notice. His hand was rested on the right guy's kneecap. They were a couple, a gay couple.      My eyes widened because I thought that it was never real, that I would have any hope in finding a boyfriend in the future. But these two had found it!    The reporter, which soon introduced himself to he James, started telling us about the interview.   "I had found the anwsers to my questions quite compelling, so you young people will here the interview yourself. On the right hand side of the couch is John Cleveland, and next to him is his boyfriend Kyle Crawly." I hear multiple sighs of disgust at this statement. I reluctantly shrugged them off. We then proceeded to hear the interview, starting with the music piece John had chosen, to his ideas for making this world bully-free. He believed that our differences should be praised, not criticized. And most of all he brought up a topic that was almost directed to me.    "So, I've heard that you guys are against bullying."     "That's right, James. The most consistent form of bullying is LGBTQ discrimination, which I, myself, have had to deal with. Listen all of you out there. It gets better. Though we cannot stop the war itself, we can try to stop the battles. If you see a gay, or a lesbian, don't try to destroy their hope. We're nice people. I'm probably not what your parents describe how gays are. We are not sex obsessed cock lovers. We just want to find love, we just look in different places. Only you can decide if we are monsters or not. Just give us a chance instead of believing in the stereotypes you hear. When we stop bullying, the root of all our problems will stop. We, as both LGBTQ and regular people are asking you to put aside our differences and seeing what we can do as a united nation. Only you can stop bullying."    Jocks( yes, there are already jocks in 7th grade) were looking at the screen in

disgust while most of the highly religous people were looking in disgust as well.      I honestly whole-heartedly agreed with everything that was said, but I was still processing what they had said while I was cramming my books into my bag. I exit the school and start walking, seeing a couple in front of me. Is it them? I tap them on the shoulder worrying that I had bothered them for no reason. They both turned around. I smile in success, and hug both of them. Oops, I caught them by suprise.  "I-I'm sorry." I look more mature as if to impress the highschoolers. "Thank you so much for doing that video." I'm on the verge of tears, but not from fear, from joy that somebody now understands the struggles I have.   "You're already helping people like us. John, Kyle. You're my heroes!" I throw my arms around them again, crying out of pure joy.  They smile, and Kyle asks,"What's your name?"    "It-It's Wally, sir." He grins at this and asks me, "How are YOU, of all people bullied?"   "I think you already know the reason."   He whispers in my ear, "Keep Fighting. Although being gay is hard, we find our love still. Focus on that. You, Wally, are stronger than any of the students at your school."    "How?" I look at my weak arms. He grins again and whispers,"No, this is not a strength you can see physically. You've had to deal with tougher situations than anyone at your school. You are emotionally strong. And you are my hero for dealing with all this bullying crap at an age earlier than us!"   He ruffles my hair and sends me on my way back to home. I get in bed and determined, I would get stronger, because of them.3 Days Later10/26/15   I walk about the mall, quite frankly lost. I then realised I really had to use the bathroom. The mall was gargantuam. Even finding the bathroom was a challenge inside of itself. I soon found the guys room, but walked into something totally unexpected. I saw John knocked unconcious on the floor, his face bruised. Kyle was backed up against a corner, and this jock was about to beat him up.     "So how has suckin dick go for yah fag?" The jock spat. "Maybe I should give you a taste of my fist."    I walk slowly up to him and say, "And maybe I should give you a piece of my mind, bitch!"   I punch at full power to the back of his head which sends him tumbling to the wall. I had hardly realised what I had done, my anger had just swelled up inside me, and this was the last straw. I look over to Kyle and quickly walk to John. Kyle's right behind me as we try to get him to wake. He sees us and brushes my hair back. "Are you allright."   Kyle takes this one for me."Babe, he walked up behind Bruce and punched him. He saved us."  John then holds me tight in a hug. "Thanks" he whispers and let's me go. Why were they beatened? John just says,"I guess you were our

savior today little bro"   Little bro? I tear up. Why do I have to always be so damn sensitive?I cry into his shoulder. He kept calming me down, telling me it's allright. But that's not the reason. I finally feel like I belong. I finally feel that I'm no longer an outsider.   "Hey, call us anytime you need help."   I took his number. "A gay always can help a gay!" I smile. He grins. We are brothers, and this is as close to a real one as I'm going to get.   "Why had Bruce Hurt you?"I look into his honey eyes and found a hatred for Bruce.   "Another time. For now, let's celebrate your kick-ass punch with some shakes!"  (This is where my stories might start to overlap. You'll find out from John's perspective excactly what the hell happened in chapter 8)