A Clean Slate
Hi, this is my very first story so I want lots of feedback so I can improve. Don't hold back either, I want criticism, how else can I improve without knowing what I'm doing wrong. I have never written a story like this before but I had a lot of fun writing it, I put lots of thought into it and I'm most likely going to keep writing. ^..^
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Hey, what's going on? I'm Jam Perrault. Well, at least that's what people call me. My full name is Jamison Charbonneau Perrault; it's a mouthful I know.
Well let's get started with this, I am a white falcon from Ottawa, Ontario originally, but I moved to here when my family had to move because my dad got a huge promotion at Pollett Inc. and the headquarters was located here. So I moved here at the beginning of summer vacation, I was glad because it would give me time to adjust. So now I'm like almost eighteen, ready to take on life by the bullocks and have fun doing it.
Also, I'm a massive queerio and I really mean it. When I say I'm a queerio, I mean that I like men; the thought of a warm cock pulsating in my anal cavity really makes me hot. Unfortunately, where I used to live, everyone was extremely homophobic so anyone that was gay had to keep it secret otherwise bad things would happen. Well, actually, maybe I'm exaggerating too much. People aren't openly gay up there because you will get made fun of by everyone if you were. Every social group would make fun of you, the jocks, the goths, the skaters, even the other people who were keeping the fact that they were gay a secret would make fun of you, calling you a faggot or a cocksucker. So that's why I haven't admitted it yet to anyone.
People still make fun of me though because I totally act like I am gay. I don't talk with a lisp or obsess about boys, but I do dye my feathers a lot, wear clothes from Hollister and Abercrombie, and I expand my thoughts to things other than who won the latest football game and how slutty the girl I "porked" last night was. So because I wear brand names, have a different color feathers every couple of months, and can think creatively, people automatically assume that I'm gay. I mean they're right, but they shouldn't judge me at a glance.
I first realized I was gay when I was in sixth grade and I would cry at night because I knew I couldn't do anything about the fact that I liked men. I knew I was going to get made fun of so that made me extremely depressed. I seriously went through the five steps of grief that all those psychiatrists talk about. Denial, I'm not gay I'm just a curious person, nothing's wrong. Anger, why am I gay why do I have to be gay, out of everyone in the entire would I have to be the faggot? Bargaining, I'll just learn to like women and be bisexual; yeah that's it. Depression, I should just kill myself; I'm going to get made fun of for the rest of my life. Acceptance, so I'm gay, so what, I can handle this. Being gay will be fun and exciting. That's what it was like for me finding out.
The only thing is, is that not everyone is so excepting as I was to myself. I wasn't exaggerating all that much when I said bad things will happen to you if you're openly gay. Many adults are major homophobic and they pass it on to their children and they hate gays too.
I'm not a virgin but I have never had a gay sexual experience before, only straight ones. My dad gave me a condom once on a Friday night and said I was grounded if I came home that night so I had to be with my girlfriend, which I didn't want to do, all night because my parents set everything up just right so I wouldn't have an excuse not to go out with her. She didn't know I was gay so she wanted to fuck and I couldn't say no because that would bring up suspicions. So we got it over with and I broke up with her a couple days later, got slapped, and got on with my life. I must say it wasn't very pleasurable. I wish my first sexual encounter wasn't forced but I had to do it to keep my secret.
So now I'm in the here and now and I'm just brushing off the insults on my looks or my sexuality whenever they happen to hit me. Nothing really interesting is going on. Actually, there is something a little interesting; school starts up again in about a week, which should be interesting. I have no idea what the school will be like or if the people will accept my distinct style. But based on the behavior of the people around here when I walked around, I don't think it will go so well.
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"Beep beep, beep, beep!" My alarm clock's sound shook me awake.
"Mmmff...man", I didn't want to wake up, but I knew I had to. I looked at the clock on my nightstand, 7:30. I always woke up early so I could spend extra time doing stuff to my hair and picking out outfits. I called it my experiment day. My new school started today, boy had the last week flown by. I tried to recall what events had passed. I started shopping for school supplies last Thursday; I had gotten everything I needed except for a blue highlighter and a 2GB USB flash drive. They were out of blue highlighters and I had a special flash drive that I had ordered off the Internet coming in the mail. I needed some new clothes for school so we did that on Friday.
I was really short and kind of chubby until summer started and then I had a massive growth spurt and grew out of all my clothes about halfway through summer vacation and my feet grew about four sizes bigger than they were. I was glad because I had a hot body now and it would help with good first impressions if I were not so doughy. I didn't want to buy new clothes or any expensive shoes because if my parents saw that I was trying to save money, they'll give me extra splurge money for school clothes. The only thing I really needed were pants, which I was kind of covered for because I could wear my old jeans for when I was short and stubby. They were just a little tight on me. Avians don't really need to wear shoes anyway besides for special occasions; otherwise they just go barefoot, especially during the summer. So I went around shirtless and shoeless which was common for furs and avians during the summer.
I was getting tired of my boring tee shirt and jeans attire, so I asked my mom if I could change my look because of my massive growth spurt. "I could get a fresh new look and start over." I told her. She said okay and we went to the mall and shopped around for a new look, we couldn't decide so we just went with a little of everything. My family had a lot of money and my birthday was just around the corner so my mom was willing to spend more on me. I got loads of stuff like Tripp pants with all the chains, some bright, colorful Kidrobot chic, and lots of band tee shirts for my fav bands.
Saturday was a do nothing day because even though I have lived here for a while, I still hadn't made that many friends. So I sat around writing my novel about concert pianist who with a drug problem and his struggles balancing the drugs and his beautiful music.
Sunday was family day and we had it every week so I had to spend the day doing stuff with my family.
Monday people still couldn't do anything but my USB flash drive came in the mail. It was awesome; it was a blue and black, checkered USB that was in the shape of a bone. I was very much a happy falcon.
On Tuesday it dawned on me that school was starting tomorrow so I spent most of my time in my room thinking of witty comebacks for the insults that would most likely bombard me when I got to school. I took a short break to long board over to town to the costume store so I could get a crown.
So now its today and I didn't want to go to school. It was Wednesday, which meant that school was late start as it is every Wednesday apparently. School didn't start till 9:53. I sluggishly oozed out of bed and went to my bathroom to take a shower. I stripped down and grabbed a pink-stripped towel from a closet. I turned the nozzle and the rushing water immediately made need to take a piss. I shivered as my flow splashed into the water in the white bowl below; I flushed and checked the water, just right; not too hot, not to cold.
I stepped in and felt the warm water against my white feathers, which looked gray when they were wet. I grabbed my feather wash, which had the scent "Luscious Burst". The stuff inside the green bottle was white and creamy. Whenever I washed myself with that feather wash, I thought of a luscious cock cumming all over my body and having the seed clean my feathers and leave it with a fresh scent. I grabbed my towel before I stopped the water so the heat would stay while I dried of my face and forehead. I then shut the water off and stepped out into the bright bathroom.
I examined myself in the mirror. My eyes scanned over my white naked body, I watched myself, and I liked to watch myself. I placed my hand on my crotch and started to caress my sheath. I could feel my cock start to swell as the tips of my fingers tickled the head of my cock. A small amount of pre wet my fingers and my length started to emerge from my white sheath. I put my fingers, wet with pre, to my mouth and licked all of my pre-cum off of them. My full length was out and I stroked it slowly then faster, alternating between the two. All the while I was watching myself in the mirror, monitoring my facial expressions as I pleasured myself. I could feel a rush of warmth move up and down my shaft and then move throughout the rest of my body. I could feel the climax coming.
"Ung... pant-pant...oh god." I was struggling not to moan out in pleasure as I stroked myself off. My knees began to quiver. I sat up on the counter across from the mirror. I brought my feet up and I could see my virgin hole in the reflection, I sucked on my fingers and kept stroking my full nine-inch dick, which was warm and wet with pre. The room smelled of my musk as I brought my wet fingers down to my hole. I pressed two of them against the quivering hole as I circled it and then stuck my fingers up into it. "Ung...ahhh." I immediately moaned as I brought my fingers out and pushed them back in repeating the process a couple times before I kept them inside me, massaging my prostate with the tips of my fingers.
I started to hump the air uncontrollably as I fingered my asshole and rubbed my cock. My hand was now soaked in pre. I could feel it coming, the pleasurable climaxing orgy. I closed my eyes and felt the first spasm, which caused me to arch my back, which practically knocked me off the bathroom counter. "Fuck yeah, OH GAWD YES!" I practically screamed as I came all over myself, the strings of cum covering my stomach and chest. My asshole was having uncontrollable spasms and I could feel them pulsating where my fingers were stuck up inside. Seed kept on flowing onto my stomach, and I couldn't stop stroking my length. I opened my eyes to see my face grimacing in pleasure with some cum on my chin. I licked it off as soon as I saw it. "Pant...pant..." I was breathing hard and I could see my seed covered chest rising and falling. I rubbed my hands over my chest and pinched my nipples then brought my hands to my mouth and covered my fingertips in saliva then caressed my hard, erect nipples with both hands.
"Honey, are you okay?" I froze with terror; it was my mother knocking at the door. "I heard a scream is everything alright?" I tried to think of a response. I was praying she didn't open the door, for if she did she would come upon me naked with a full on erection and cum splattered all over my chest and in and around my mouth.
"Uh...yeah everything's fine." I tried to talk in a casual way; I hoped she couldn't hear my voice quivering from the shellshock of my huge orgy. I hoped she couldn't smell the strong scent of my muck or hear my heart pounding in my chest. "Uh... I just got startled by a reflection in the mirror and fell and hit my nose." Wow, I was really proud of myself, I sounded perfectly casual. Those years of acting and drama were becoming useful. "My nose is kinda bleeding and my feathers are red so I'm gonna jump back in the shower one more time okay."
"Okay hon, are you sure you're aright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry."
I turned the water back on and took a second shower; I got back out and examined my body once again. There was no evidence that there was a massive load of jizz all over my body just ten minutes ago.
"Good," I strut back into my room buck naked and started to pick out clothes for the first day. I had to make a good first impression.
I picked out a fabulous outfit. It was black and green plaid boxers from Pac Sun, a pair of acid washed black jeans from Hot Topic, a seat belt buckle belt from Hot Topic, a bright yellow Kidrobot shirt with Kidrobot's face on the front, a thin white sweatshirt that was too small on me so it only went down to my belly button, and some bright purple (my favorite color) Ray Ban horned rimmed sunglasses. I looked in the mirror and I thought I looked awesome.
I went downstairs and turned to get to the kitchen. I walked in and found my family staring at me. My mom staring at my face, and my dad more staring at what I was wearing.
"Happy birthday Jam!" My mother gave me a bid hug, my dad, however, was still staring at my outfit. Other than being the first day of school, today was also my birthday.
"Thanks mom," I was going to sit down at the table with my parents when my mom set a huge plate mf pancakes in my spot.
"Birthday breakfast, Jam?"
"Wow mom, sure!" I sat down and immediately dug into my awesome homemade pancakes, careful not to spill on my fresh new clothes, my mother constantly asking if it tasted good or not. I finished in a flash and was dabbing my face with a napkin when my dad asked if I was doing stuff with my friends today.
"No, probably not today, but we most likely will on Friday, is that okay?"
"Sure hon." My mother answered before my dad could. He grunted and went back to his newspaper. I grabbed my crown off of the kitchen island and headed back up to my room to fix my hair, which was now just damp and not wet. I headed back to my bathroom. I pulled open a drawer with various bottles, some with labels, and some without. Most of the ones without labels were bottles of stuff I don't want my parents to see like personal lube, blowjob cream, and anal lube. But I passed all of those and found my hair glue. It was like hair gel except it was much stronger and it was in a bottle shaped like an oversized Elmer's glue bottle.
I put my birthday crown on fist so I could style my feathers around it. I squirted the glue into my hand and rubbed it into the feathers on top of my head, which were longer than the ones on my body like hair. I slicked the feathers back and pulled it up into three spikes that swooshed upwards. One spike was in the back, one in the middle, and one in the front that sat on the top of my head that I swooshed the other way. So two spikes went up while the third went back and through my crown. I took my bangs, which were dyed blue and slicked them forward so the stuck out over my forehead. I looked in the mirror with my full outfit on.
"Wow," I said aloud, I look awesome." I looked awesome to my standards, but I didn't know what the others at school would think. Hopefully they will love it as much as I do. Hopefully.
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I headed out the front door and started toward the bus stop. I always thought it customary to ride the bus on the first day that way you get to know the people you ride with.
I got to the bus stop after walking down my large circular drive way and walking down my street for about three minutes. The bus stop was deserted except for me. I didn't fell lonely, but I was sort of hoping someone would be hear that I could introduce myself and we could get acquainted, but there was no one there.
"Sighhhhh." The bus came after about ten minutes. I stepped on the bus stared at me the whole time until I sat down towards the back, if the rules were the same here as they were back where I used to live, seniors got to sit in the back. I was the only one on the bus, which I was thankful for, because I would rather have people choose to sit by me than having to chose which person to sit by out of all the people I didn't know.
The bus passed a couple of stops that had people but not too many. They were mostly made up of freshman and sophomores who sat more towards the back. There were a couple of older people who sat near me though.
We got to school and I realized why no one used the bus, they all had their own cars. I completely forgot about seniors and driving to school. I had a car, it was a '09 Mini Cooper, but it was getting painted though. Someone keyed it when I drove downtown and parked it in a parking garage. I knew whom it was though because I saw it happen, it was just a jock guy and when he and his friends saw my yellow car with my fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror, they went up to it and keyed FAG across the left side. I didn't do anything at that moment but I got him back when I dinged the door of the 08 Escalade he and his jerk off friends got a wallet out of. I also keyed FAG across the side if it too, so they knew who keyed it.
I got many stares as I walked to the office to find out where my homeroom class was. I found out that I was in Mr. Seitz homeroom class. I got a map of the school and was trying to find the room when I bumped into someone. "Sorry," I said, still looking at the map as I walked along. The person called out to me.
"Hey, watch where you're goin next time faggot."
I looked back at him and felt his eyes scan me.
"You're new here aren't ya?"
"Yeah, what about it?" I got a good look at the guy, he was a big hulking sandy colored wolf and he looked like he could snap me in half if he really wanted to. I could see a tall black panther wearing a purple business suit walking up to us. The wolf seemed to notice too.
"Oh nothin' just wanted to know. See ya later dude." He walked away and looked back at me and winked, I shuddered.
I felt something was with the way he said see ya LATER dude.
"Whatever", I thought as I turned before another voice called out, this one was calmer and older.
"Your Jamison Perrault, yes?" It was the panther.
"Yeah, it's Jam, that's what people call me."
"Okay then Jam, it's time we get acquainted, my name is Mr. Garruda. I am the principal at this school. If you have any questions about the school, don't hesitate to come to me. Be sure to report anyone who makes hurt you or makes fun of you or anything, don't be afraid."
"Okay, thanks Mr. Garruda, I'll keep that in mind. But I do have one question."
"What is it?"
"Where is Mr. Seitz' room?"
Mr. Garruda led me to my homeroom teacher's room with no trouble but I was sort of worrying about that wolf that was hassling me, but that feeling went away quickly when I walked into my homeroom class.
I walked in late, so I drew a lot of attention to myself.
"Ahh, you must be Mr. Perrault, well the Mr. Perrault why don't you take a seat right next to..." Mr. Seitz looked around the room his eyes landed to the right of me. "Next to Ryann. That's okay, right ryann?"
"Of course, Mr. Seitz." Ryann was a gray wolf, he had a deeper voice but a light, caring smile.
I sat down next to Ryann.
"Just do whatever you want, just remember that it must be quiet." Mr. Seitz sat down at his desk and did stuff on his computer. Ryan turned to me.
"Hey, you're new here right?" He looked right at me, his brown eyes staring right back in to mine. His eyes twinkled a little bit; I was getting lost in them. I must've stared for a long time because he started to look weirded out.
"Uhh...are you okay Jamison?"
I shook myself out of my trance. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine, just spaced out for a second. Call me Jam, I hate the name Jamison, too long."
Ryann laughed and I did too.
"Oh, Jam, here's your class schedule." Mr. Seitz called m from his desk. I walked up to the front of the room and got it.
"Hey let me see it we might have more classes together." Ryann sounded excited, I handed him the schedule. He looked it over. "Yeah, we have the first four periods together so we have, P.E, A.P language arts, A.P world studies, and chemistry together."
"Cool, we have P.E next right?"
"Yeah, Mr. Seitz is our teacher," Ryan looked over at Mr. Seitz. I did too." I guess I couldn't tell how physically fit he was under that suit thing he was wearing.
"Hmm, cool."
The bell rang to go to first period I left to go to my locker and Ryann followed me because I guess they placed people in locker spaces by their homeroom class. So his locker was close to mine. I just pulled my gym suit and shoes out of my locker when it closed suddenly. I looked to see who closed it and confront him but I turned around and it was the sandy wolf from before.
"Hey there faggot." He was alone but he was still fearsome looking. I was about to duck under him and run away but something made me stop. No, I made myself stop, it was my first day and I am not going to be afraid of an idiot bully like I was before I moved. This was a new slate, a fresh start and I wasn't going to stain it with fear and weakness. Besides, I gained lots of upper and lower body strength over the summer from growing and working out so I wasn't going to cower, I was going to stand up for myself.
"Wow, what creativity in names, think that one up yourself." I pushed him away from my locker and started to walk slowly towards my next class. When I felt something sweep my feet out from under me. The hallway wasn't very crowded because we were on a wing of the school with the normal classes, which started second period. I fell to the ground and my stuff flew out of my arms, luckily I didn't have books or papers in my arms, just shoes and a gym suit. I turned my head around to face the sandy wolf, my teeth grinding and my eyes glinting with anger.
"Whoops, did I mess up your precious hair or scratch your homo crown?"
That made me mad because he did mess up my hair and he was going to pay for it.
"Ooh, you're gonna get it!" I was livid and my purple eyes were wide with rage.
"Am I gonna get it up the ass?" He was being sarcastic and I wanted to punch him so hard. I ran up to him and was getting close when something stopped me. This time it wasn't me who stopped myself, it was Ryann who stopped me.
"C'mon lets go Jam, you don't want to start this now."
I tried to get away, but Ryann was really strong and wouldn't release me from his grip. "We're going to be late to our first class of the year so lets just go." He looked at me sternly, he wasn't going to let me escape.
"Whatever, lets just hurry and go." I picked up my stuff and Ryann and I were on our way to class.
"Looks like little Jam has to be rescued by his boyfriend. Hahaha." The sandy wolf was laughing and pounding at my locker.
"Just shut up Davis." Ryann turned and called behind him.
"Is that his name?" I asked
"Yeah Davis is a jerk, don't try to take him on."
"Why, who are you to tell me who I can fight."
"Davis has been to jail, he has sent people to the hospital, and he is a black belt in five different martial arts."
I suddenly was glad that Ryann rescued me. "I guess that's not a good mix." I said and laughed. Ryann laughed too.
We arrived to P.E on time because we got let out early because our teacher was a P.E teacher as well as a world studies teacher. I had Mr. Seitz for world studies, P.E, and homeroom. I don't know how Davis, the sandy wolf, got out of his homeroom, probably just walked out. We got into the huge line for gym lockers and I looked around at the large locker room. It had white walls and decent sized purple lockers. Purple and white were the colors of our school. We were the Prominence High Lancers. And it said GO LANCERS on the ceiling above the locker I was assigned to. I was assigned locker 283 and Ryann was assigned locker 481, which was on the other side of the locker room, but we were in the same class so it was all good. The people in the lockers next to me didn't talk to me but the stared at me for like five minutes before they started getting undressed. I wouldn't get undressed until they stopped staring so as soon as they did I started to unbuckle my belt.
I was dressed and ready to go when the Gym teacher called out to the whole locker room.
"Okay listen, this is our first P.E class of the year and it is time for me to assign gym partners, so when I call your name, head out to the gym ok?"
"OK!" the locker room groaned.
"Oh right," I mumbled under my breath, I had forgot about gym partners. We never used them at my old school.
"Let's see here...er... Atkins, Garcia, you two are partners, head out to the gym and wait for everyone else."
A red fox and a gray rabbit got up and headed put to the gym. The teacher called out pairs of names and the locker room slowly started to empty. I was almost asleep with boredom when I heard my name called. "Perrault, Sawada, head out to the gym."
I got up and looked to see whom my partner was. Someone I got up to my left I looked, it was another avian. He was blue, but not a natural blue he must use feather dye. He was Asian, I could tell because he had sort of squinty eyes. He was very well toned, I could see his pecks through his gym shirt and he was a little excited. I knew this because there was a bulge in his pants when he stood up; I think I was the only one who noticed.
I walked out to the gym with Sawada at my rear, we sat down in the gym near some other guys. Sawada held his hand out to me.
"Hey, I'm Sawada, what your name?"
"I'm Jam, Jam Perrault. So Sawada, is that your first name?"
"It's my last name, but I hate my first name, so I have people call me Sawada. My first name is Jurou, which means "second son". I hate being named for the fact that I was born second. So just call me Sawada."
"Awesome, I totally agree with you."
We talked about where I used to live and I asked him about this school and by the time everyone was out of the locker room, it was almost time to go.
"Okay class, we're just going to do some quick fitness exercises because of our shortage on time today so get with your partner and do everything that is on this list." Mr. Seitz came out of the locker room still dressed in teacher clothes and pointed to a piece of paper on the wall that had things like, "20 push ups" and "15 burpees". Just a whole bunch of little exercises they wanted us to do in order.
Sawada and I got up and started at the top of the list, 5 burpees. A burpee was like a push up but you start standing, jump, and kneel down. Then you put your legs out so you're in a push up position, do a push up, and reverse until you're standing again. We both did those and the next was 30 sit-ups. I did them first with Sawada holding my legs down, then he did the sit-ups while I held his legs down. We started to talk.
"I love that you dye your feathers, I do it too, but I wanted to be natural for the first day of school."
"Yeah, I love dyeing my feathers, I dye them a different color every couple of months. When you dye, do you dye everything or do you dye patches like your bangs?"
"Oh I dye everything and I mean everything."
"Yeah I know what you mean, it gets a little weird when you're dying your ballsac and shaft."
I giggled I little bit, "Totally!"
For some reason the phrase "ballsac and shaft" made my eyes sweep down past his well-toned chest and abs to his crotch where the short shorts we starting to ride up. As Sawada did sit-ups, the tip of his head was starting to become visible. Sawada stopped suddenly.
"Um...what cha staring at?"
I didn't catch it at first but when I did I quickly sputtered out, "Oh, just spaced out for a second."
It was time to head into the locker room. The clock said so and Mr. Seitz was yelling to the class, "Okay everyone, hit the showers."
I forgot about showers, boy it was going to be awkward if I suddenly had a hard-on while I was with other guys. It wouldn't be weird to me, but it would to everyone else.
I headed over to grab a towel and I saw the showers.
"Thank god," I muttered to myself. The showers were stalls and not a huge room with nozzles but individual stalls. I wouldn't have to worry about getting hard in front of a whole bunch of guys. I wasn't used to it cause they didn't make us shower after P.E at my old school.
I stripped down at my locker and draped my towel around my waist like most of the people as I walked to the shower stalls. There were two rooms and most people were going into the one on the right. I decided to go to the one on the left. I got into one and hung my towel on the side of the door. There was hardly anyone in this room and I was glad because I hated public showers. I turned on the water and started to rinse myself off. I soaped up and rinsed and was ready to get out but I waited for a moment I closed my eyes and just stood in the flowing stream of water that was rushing upon me. I opened my eyes and turned around to get my towel. But instead of a towel, Sawada was standing behind me.
"What are you do-"
I didn't have time to finish because Sawada blocked my voice with a kiss. I was surprised at first, but I soon was enjoying it and I started to kiss back. His tongue was exploring my mouth and it was exploring every crevasse in it. As I sucked on his tongue he pushed me into the wall and leaned over me and we were intertwined in a long wet kiss that was just pure ecstasy. Our tongues were locked together and I was becoming very hard and so was Sawada. He took his tongue out of my mouth and spoke.
"You are gay right?" he was panting and was kissing my neck as I answered.
"Of course I am."
"Good," he started down toward my wet, hard shaft when we heard noise coming from the front if the room. There were people coming in to use the showers.
"Shit!" Sawada looked at me I stared into his amber eyes as he spoke. "No one can know, not yet."
I started to answer but Sawada quickly rolled to the next stall on my right and was gone. I sat there in the running water, confused.
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I sat through the rest of class, trying to think of what to do, what to say to Sawada. I was thinking about what Sawada said as he left. Why couldn't anyone else know? I was thinking to myself. I was perfectly fine coming out to the school if I had a boyfriend. I went through the rest of the school day thinking about it. Ryann was asking me questions and talking to me all day, but I didn't catch a word of it.
I got home that day very tired, but I couldn't just go to bed because it was my birthday. My parents threw a tiny little celebration with cake and a couple presents that I said I would open when I had my party. It was about nine 0'clock when I headed upstairs to my room. I put on athletic shorts instead of my jeans and sat in my bed.
I just sat in my bed wondering.
Wondering what tomorrow will bring.
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